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 Sierra Leone and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 Arcadia to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
New York Dolls,
The Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fatback Band,
kango's stein massive,
One Last Wish,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Byron Stingily,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moleskins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Bananas,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Teasers,
Idris Muhammad,
Maurizio,
Zero Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
Negative Approach,
Arab on Radar,
D'Angelo,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Last Poets,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Copeland,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Index,
Amon Düül II,
The Smoke,
Scientists,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Halsall,
Das Ding,
Moby Grape,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scion,
DNA,
Trumans Water,
Von Mondo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Order,
Nation of Ulysses,
Can,
Amazonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Wells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brass Construction,
Sam Rivers,
The Gladiators,
David Bowie,
CMW,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.