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 Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Soft Cell to the rap 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
Panda Bear,
The Residents,
Johnny Clarke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anakelly,
Chris Corsano,
Zapp,
Archie Shepp,
June of 44,
Mark Hollis,
Mandrill,
Visage,
Black Flag,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slick Rick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gladiators,
Dead Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Skatalites,
Terry Callier,
Swell Maps,
Motorama,
Warsaw,
The Moody Blues,
Das Ding,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-102,
Mr. Review,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Stooges,
Carl Craig,
The Index,
Letta Mbulu,
Khruangbin,
Sällskapet,
Eric Copeland,
Minnie Riperton,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Sherman,
Aaron Thompson,
Skarface,
Donald Byrd,
Ossler,
Deepchord,
Slave,
Mantronix,
The Slackers,
Hardrive,
Faraquet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Raincoats,
The Names,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Finger,
The Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.