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 Uganda and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Motorama to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bluetip,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mo-Dettes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marine Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Isaac Hayes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Style,
Visage,
Eric Copeland,
Eric Dolphy,
Yusef Lateef,
Gerry Rafferty,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
CMW,
Wolf Eyes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rapeman,
Negative Approach,
OOIOO,
JFA,
Tres Demented,
June of 44,
Bang On A Can,
Harmonia,
Arthur Verocai,
L. Decosne,
Eli Mardock,
Joy Division,
Metal Thangz,
Kayak,
Radio Birdman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Nirvana,
Quadrant,
The Motions,
Y Pants,
Hot Snakes,
June Days,
The Gun Club,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Janne Schatter,
The Moleskins,
The Move,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
Franke,
Moebius,
Sandy B,
Slave,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick Morgan,
Lightning Bolt,
Wire,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.