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 El Salvador and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lou Reed 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 Jerry's Kids to the grime 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ossler,
James White and The Blacks,
Moebius,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Byrd,
The Standells,
The Happenings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
Delta 5,
Loose Ends,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arcadia,
Television,
Gang Starr,
Scientists,
Gang of Four,
Max Romeo,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare,
Supertramp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mark Hollis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
Magma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABBA,
The Angels of Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pylon,
Minutemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
Rakim,
Section 25,
Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
Wolf Eyes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Idris Muhammad,
Fat Boys,
Duran Duran,
Tears for Fears,
Q and Not U,
Dark Day,
Urselle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
Royal Trux,
Don Cherry,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.