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 Czech Republic and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Pierre Henry to the rock 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Colin Newman,
Carl Craig,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Panda Bear,
The Raincoats,
Wire,
The J.B.'s,
Camouflage,
David Bowie,
The Offenders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Archie Shepp,
Dark Day,
Index,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxette,
Radiohead,
Das Ding,
Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Sherman,
The Skatalites,
Sam Rivers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Basic Channel,
Gichy Dan,
The Smiths,
New Order,
Franke,
Howard Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
10cc,
Arcadia,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
Eve St. Jones,
Q and Not U,
Hashim,
Joe Smooth,
R.M.O.,
The American Breed,
Byron Stingily,
Anthony Braxton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dave Gahan,
Yusef Lateef,
Section 25,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.