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 Milan.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Glambeats Corp. to the jazz 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Josef K,
The Offenders,
a-ha,
Yaz,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lower 48,
Moss Icon,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
Alphaville,
The Kinks,
Ituana,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Halsall,
Pere Ubu,
John Lydon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Can,
The Moody Blues,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faraquet,
Patti Smith,
Schoolly D,
T. Rex,
Shuggie Otis,
Cluster,
Main Source,
Porter Ricks,
Subhumans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Glenn Branca,
Swans,
Technova,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skaos,
The Barracudas,
Quando Quango,
The Monks,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Godley & Creme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
June Days,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blossom Toes,
The Star Department,
Kerri Chandler,
La Düsseldorf,
The Last Poets,
Gerry Rafferty,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.