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 Lebanon and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Lakeside to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Nas,
Camouflage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Michelle Simonal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blossom Toes,
Panda Bear,
Todd Rundgren,
The Happenings,
Black Moon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Malaria!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra,
Negative Approach,
Mark Hollis,
Quantec,
Byron Stingily,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Dolphy,
Bush Tetras,
The Cowsills,
Darondo,
The Gladiators,
Iggy Pop,
Susan Cadogan,
Infiniti,
The Saints,
Mission of Burma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angry Samoans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drive Like Jehu,
New York Dolls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fall,
The Victims,
Swans,
The Busters,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
F. McDonald,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Hill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gap Band,
The Angels of Light,
Blake Baxter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crash Course in Science,
Ohio Players,
Drexciya,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.