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 Benin and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Lakeside,
Ornette Coleman,
These Immortal Souls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Steve Hackett,
Fela Kuti,
The Grass Roots,
Chrome,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nik Kershaw,
Blake Baxter,
One Last Wish,
Slick Rick,
Alice Coltrane,
John Holt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Flag,
Ludus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Panda Bear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gregory Isaacs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Khruangbin,
Radiohead,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Kayak,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Symarip,
The Martian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Prince Buster,
Connie Case,
B.T. Express,
Pagans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Henry Cow,
Bill Near,
Bush Tetras,
Mission of Burma,
Desert Stars,
the Slits,
Severed Heads,
Sandy B,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dennis Brown,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang On A Can,
Tomorrow,
The Raincoats,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.