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 Togo and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Archie Shepp to the techno 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Monolake,
Rapeman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Model 500,
Circle Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter and Kerry,
Shoche,
Anakelly,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quadrant,
X-101,
The Kinks,
The Zeros,
The Sonics,
Delta 5,
Erasure,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Duran Duran,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fortunes,
Liliput,
Cheater Slicks,
Bush Tetras,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Alice Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
Wings,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blossom Toes,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry's Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
Albert Ayler,
Tim Buckley,
The Fall,
DNA,
The Fuzztones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bluetip,
The Gladiators,
Joe Smooth,
Guru Guru,
the Normal,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Absolute Body Control,
Little Man,
Los Fastidios,
Buzzcocks,
Lyres,
Tommy Roe,
Piero Umiliani,
the Germs,
Yaz,
Warren Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.