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 Ghana and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 ABBA to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Neon Judgement,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Index,
Desert Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Letta Mbulu,
The Divine Comedy,
Symarip,
Barbara Tucker,
Glambeats Corp.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Christie,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick Morgan,
Rapeman,
Country Teasers,
David Axelrod,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bush Tetras,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Five Americans,
Wings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Absolute Body Control,
Goldenarms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Half Japanese,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monochrome Set,
Banda Bassotti,
The United States of America,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fad Gadget,
Vainqueur,
DJ Sneak,
The Sound,
The Gap Band,
Morten Harket,
10cc,
Vladislav Delay,
Byron Stingily,
The Fuzztones,
Janne Schatter,
Altered Images,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nas,
Fela Kuti,
Newcleus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kaleidoscope,
Glenn Branca,
Albert Ayler,
Ronan,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.