Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Jordan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Eric Dolphy,
Glenn Branca,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terry Callier,
The Standells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hashim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eli Mardock,
B.T. Express,
Joe Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zero Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Colin Newman,
Maurizio,
Toni Rubio,
Massinfluence,
Mad Mike,
The Dirtbombs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erykah Badu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
L. Decosne,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yaz,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-101,
The Busters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Index,
Ronnie Foster,
John Lydon,
The Golliwogs,
Cybotron,
Mr. Review,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oblivians,
the Germs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
Masters at Work,
Harry Pussy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joy Division,
Fugazi,
Charles Mingus,
Second Layer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Byron Stingily,
Popol Vuh,
Josef K,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.