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 Micronesia and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Mark Hollis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Audionom,
Thee Headcoats,
Prince Buster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Supertramp,
Marine Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonic Youth,
Nico,
Kas Product,
Pole,
David Bowie,
The J.B.'s,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aaron Thompson,
Suicide,
Radiopuhelimet,
10cc,
Flash Fearless,
The Doobie Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
The Knickerbockers,
Tom Boy,
Liliput,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Count Five,
The Moody Blues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
Pussy Galore,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Zeros,
Second Layer,
Grey Daturas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ituana,
Magma,
The Cowsills,
Alice Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
Simply Red,
Tubeway Army,
R.M.O.,
Thompson Twins,
Laurel Aitken,
Los Fastidios,
Connie Case,
Mr. Review,
Chris Corsano,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cameo,
Wolf Eyes,
Deepchord,
Ice-T,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rakim,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.