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 Portugal and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultimate Spinach 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yusef Lateef,
the Fania All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Dark Day,
The Walker Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scan 7,
Rod Modell,
Excepter,
John Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
Quantec,
Basic Channel,
Sarah Menescal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moebius,
Vladislav Delay,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
LL Cool J,
Main Source,
Bush Tetras,
Negative Approach,
Ten City,
Animal Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
The Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Rundgren,
Audionom,
AZ,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aural Exciters,
The Real Kids,
Bauhaus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spandau Ballet,
Bluetip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soulsonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
kango's stein massive,
Marine Girls,
Todd Terry,
Mars,
Unwound,
Nico,
Deadbeat,
This Heat,
Young Marble Giants,
Qualms,
John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gap Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Guru Guru,
Curtis Mayfield,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
FM Einheit,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.