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 Dominican Republic and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Agent Orange to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '70s.
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 R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Qualms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angry Samoans,
Y Pants,
Metal Thangz,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Sherman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pulsallama,
the Sonics,
The Associates,
Das Ding,
Loose Ends,
Rekid,
Sister Nancy,
MC5,
The Names,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare,
The Victims,
Fugazi,
The Vogues,
Pagans,
Surgeon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aural Exciters,
John Cale,
Don Cherry,
Nick Fraelich,
Interpol,
The Music Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gladiators,
The Mummies,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Terry,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eden Ahbez,
Inner City,
Junior Murvin,
Steve Hackett,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dead C,
Marshall Jefferson,
DNA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June Days,
The Neon Judgement,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stetsasonic,
The Martian,
Icehouse,
Cluster,
Los Fastidios,
New Order,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mark Hollis,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.