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 Dominica and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Khruangbin to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Clear Light,
Grauzone,
Surgeon,
the Germs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yusef Lateef,
Drexciya,
Little Man,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gories,
Joe Finger,
Ice-T,
L. Decosne,
Kurtis Blow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aswad,
Silicon Teens,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythm & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Anakelly,
The Black Dice,
Porter Ricks,
T. Rex,
Dave Gahan,
PIL,
John Holt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stereo Dub,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cure,
Scratch Acid,
Skarface,
Soul Sonic Force,
Severed Heads,
Deepchord,
Ronan,
Carl Craig,
Trumans Water,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Style,
Brick,
Barrington Levy,
Make Up,
ABC,
Blossom Toes,
The Golliwogs,
Slave,
Matthew Halsall,
Shoche,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mark Hollis,
Brass Construction,
Guru Guru,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.