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 Italy and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
Young Marble Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
Royal Trux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Offenders,
The Martian,
Masters at Work,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Sneak,
Funky Four + One,
Cluster,
Moebius,
Howard Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
Absolute Body Control,
Unrelated Segments,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vladislav Delay,
Rites of Spring,
Make Up,
The Mummies,
Minny Pops,
Bluetip,
Neu!,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MC5,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smiths,
ABBA,
Harmonia,
Gichy Dan,
Audionom,
U.S. Maple,
David Axelrod,
Barbara Tucker,
Barrington Levy,
Ludus,
New Order,
Glenn Branca,
Ice-T,
Los Fastidios,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moby Grape,
The Young Rascals,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camouflage,
Jacob Miller,
Eurythmics,
Loose Ends,
Brick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Juan Atkins,
The Five Americans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.