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 Madagascar and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Rhythm & Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Music Machine,
Bad Manners,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T.S.O.L.,
Loose Ends,
Ice-T,
Accadde A,
Hoover,
Kaleidoscope,
Desert Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Rosa Yemen,
Tom Boy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crash Course in Science,
MDC,
The Star Department,
Vladislav Delay,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scan 7,
New Order,
Nils Olav,
The Grass Roots,
Kas Product,
Bill Near,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harmonia,
Country Teasers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scion,
Wings,
John Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
Cheater Slicks,
Mr. Review,
Anthony Braxton,
Ituana,
Marmalade,
Altered Images,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fuzztones,
Massinfluence,
Arab on Radar,
Guru Guru,
Tres Demented,
World's Most,
Scott Walker,
Von Mondo,
Colin Newman,
Quando Quango,
Rod Modell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Section 25,
The Walker Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Darondo,
John Cale,
Monolake,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.