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 Iraq 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ohio Players to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Robert Hood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
The Doors,
Q and Not U,
Pole,
Goldenarms,
Buzzcocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Halsall,
Aural Exciters,
Idris Muhammad,
Chrome,
Sam Rivers,
The Techniques,
Patti Smith,
Ohio Players,
Mary Jane Girls,
Accadde A,
Public Enemy,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
E-Dancer,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Wyatt,
Outsiders,
The Cowsills,
Alton Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantaleimon,
D'Angelo,
Deadbeat,
Joyce Sims,
John Foxx,
Erasure,
Moebius,
Fad Gadget,
Banda Bassotti,
Magazine,
Maurizio,
Henry Cow,
Kayak,
The Index,
Japan,
Zapp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Stooges,
Severed Heads,
Inner City,
The Barracudas,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.