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 San Marino and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Human League to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Lee Hazlewood,
Das Ding,
Charles Mingus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pole,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doors,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donald Byrd,
World's Most,
Pylon,
Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
kango's stein massive,
Gichy Dan,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABBA,
Man Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Delta 5,
Theoretical Girls,
Cluster,
The Zeros,
the Association,
Lakeside,
Ornette Coleman,
Kayak,
Gang of Four,
Kenny Larkin,
Radio Birdman,
Slick Rick,
X-102,
Minny Pops,
Agent Orange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Move,
Anthony Braxton,
Flipper,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Görl,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Starr,
Malaria!,
Whodini,
Deepchord,
The Black Dice,
Livin' Joy,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mojo Men,
Tom Boy,
The Blackbyrds,
CMW,
The Sonics,
K-Klass,
Clear Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.