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 Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Quadrant to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vainqueur,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Evens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moebius,
The Remains,
Black Flag,
R.M.O.,
The Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
The Smoke,
Moss Icon,
Eric Copeland,
Brothers Johnson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Infiniti,
Nick Fraelich,
Agent Orange,
The Doors,
Barrington Levy,
Fluxion,
Motorama,
Ponytail,
Dual Sessions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Buckinghams,
Sarah Menescal,
The Golliwogs,
Pere Ubu,
The Knickerbockers,
Thompson Twins,
Metal Thangz,
Whodini,
Ten City,
Robert Hood,
Country Teasers,
The Tremeloes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wings,
Don Cherry,
Monolake,
Black Sheep,
The Blues Magoos,
Laurel Aitken,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Royal Trux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
LL Cool J,
Althea and Donna,
ABC,
E-Dancer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Almond,
Theoretical Girls,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.