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 Morocco and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Detroit Cobras to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pretty Things,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Terry,
Derrick Morgan,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers,
Crooked Eye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Morten Harket,
World's Most,
Altered Images,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television,
One Last Wish,
Royal Trux,
Technova,
Section 25,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Axelrod,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy Collins,
Ornette Coleman,
Arab on Radar,
Laurel Aitken,
B.T. Express,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacob Miller,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fad Gadget,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wasted Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
The Wake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ken Boothe,
Los Fastidios,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slick Rick,
a-ha,
These Immortal Souls,
Junior Murvin,
The Associates,
U.S. Maple,
Alison Limerick,
Nils Olav,
Franke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bad Manners,
Schoolly D,
the Human League,
The Pop Group,
The Index,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.