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 Bhutan and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Duran Duran 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mummies,
Buzzcocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flipper,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare,
The Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Christie,
Soft Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Connie Case,
Kurtis Blow,
Newcleus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Piero Umiliani,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sight & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Black Bananas,
Motorama,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
The Star Department,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool Moe Dee,
Porter Ricks,
Simply Red,
Bang On A Can,
Al Stewart,
U.S. Maple,
The Fugs,
Cybotron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Von Mondo,
The Associates,
The Birthday Party,
The Busters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Niagra,
Depeche Mode,
The Music Machine,
ABBA,
The Five Americans,
Oneida,
MDC,
Unrelated Segments,
Schoolly D,
Black Sheep,
The Human League,
Crooked Eye,
Franke,
China Crisis,
The Knickerbockers,
The Trojans,
Robert Wyatt,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.