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 Jamaica and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Visage to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
John Cale,
Sällskapet,
Josef K,
Steve Hackett,
Bob Dylan,
Albert Ayler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amazonics,
Graham Central Station,
Cameo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Trojans,
The Move,
The Stooges,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerri Chandler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick May,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Bluetip,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unrelated Segments,
Procol Harum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang of Four,
The Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Franke,
Royal Trux,
the Sonics,
June of 44,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Selecter,
Rufus Thomas,
Darondo,
Qualms,
New Age Steppers,
Flipper,
Magma,
kango's stein massive,
Sugar Minott,
Alphaville,
Black Moon,
Fatback Band,
Shoche,
Marine Girls,
Hashim,
Hardrive,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.