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 Switzerland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Lower 48,
Ossler,
Sällskapet,
Cluster,
Quadrant,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantytec,
Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
The Last Poets,
Alton Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
Aloha Tigers,
Duran Duran,
Angry Samoans,
Quando Quango,
Crime,
Scott Walker,
The Stooges,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thompson Twins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Mills,
Spoonie Gee,
EPMD,
The Monks,
The Busters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agitation Free,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hasil Adkins,
Q and Not U,
Joy Division,
Mark Hollis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobbi Humphrey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
JFA,
Boz Scaggs,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Christie,
Scientists,
Delta 5,
Radio Birdman,
New Order,
Quantec,
Y Pants,
Roger Hodgson,
Dark Day,
Unwound,
The Velvet Underground,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun City Girls,
Connie Case,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.