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 Tuvalu and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Human League to the jazz 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Divine Comedy,
Hot Snakes,
Thompson Twins,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fall,
Silicon Teens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dead C,
The Sound,
The Monks,
Inner City,
The Associates,
Banda Bassotti,
the Association,
Echospace,
Massinfluence,
Todd Terry,
T.S.O.L.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blake Baxter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Talk Talk,
Make Up,
The Black Dice,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cramps,
The Leaves,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Curtis Mayfield,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Human League,
Carl Craig,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dennis Brown,
The Gories,
The Barracudas,
Suburban Knight,
Blancmange,
the Bar-Kays,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Hill,
Moby Grape,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Juan Atkins,
Erasure,
Spoonie Gee,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Coltrane,
MC5,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moleskins,
Bob Dylan,
The Searchers,
Tres Demented,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.