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 East Timor and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bad Manners,
David Bowie,
Neu!,
Urselle,
Jacques Brel,
The Fugs,
Barrington Levy,
Pagans,
Iggy Pop,
The Doobie Brothers,
Accadde A,
Moby Grape,
Ken Boothe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nils Olav,
Livin' Joy,
Pole,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul II Soul,
The Last Poets,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Wings,
Bill Near,
Cybotron,
Newcleus,
Zapp,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Thompson Twins,
Henry Cow,
Terry Callier,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skaos,
Sun City Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slackers,
The Offenders,
Minor Threat,
Alphaville,
Unwound,
the Bar-Kays,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warren Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Half Japanese,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABBA,
The Gun Club,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cheater Slicks,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Foxx,
Spoonie Gee,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.