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 United Kingdom and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Von Mondo to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultravox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yellowson,
Soft Machine,
Hashim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mad Mike,
Shuggie Otis,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
Theoretical Girls,
The Stooges,
Pole,
Section 25,
Oneida,
Joyce Sims,
Arcadia,
Black Bananas,
the Soft Cell,
June of 44,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Frankie Knuckles,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blossom Toes,
The Tremeloes,
Toni Rubio,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Loose Ends,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camberwell Now,
The Real Kids,
Bush Tetras,
Franke,
Altered Images,
Max Romeo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxette,
The Angels of Light,
Thee Headcoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mr. Review,
Supertramp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wasted Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Crash Course in Science,
Thompson Twins,
F. McDonald,
The Smiths,
PIL,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wally Richardson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.