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 Costa Rica and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 The Black Dice to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange 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?
Wings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minor Threat,
A Certain Ratio,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick May,
Sam Rivers,
Barry Ungar,
Duran Duran,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Bourne,
X-101,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalo Schifrin,
World's Most,
Glambeats Corp.,
Desert Stars,
Organ,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro,
Reagan Youth,
Black Sheep,
Terry Callier,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Angels of Light,
E-Dancer,
Nils Olav,
Cluster,
Aswad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Motorama,
Leonard Cohen,
Zero Boys,
Nirvana,
PIL,
Babytalk,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donald Byrd,
Rotary Connection,
The Fortunes,
Fear,
The Golliwogs,
Susan Cadogan,
Piero Umiliani,
Boz Scaggs,
Lucky Dragons,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rapeman,
Pantytec,
Crooked Eye,
Trumans Water,
Ituana,
Terrestrial Tones,
Technova,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.