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 Peru and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Smiths to the electroclash 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Au Pairs,
Dave Gahan,
Amazonics,
Mandrill,
Smog,
Sun City Girls,
The United States of America,
Mantronix,
Morten Harket,
Eric Dolphy,
Jawbox,
The Pretty Things,
The Birthday Party,
Alphaville,
Minnie Riperton,
Qualms,
Kas Product,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Slick Rick,
X-102,
kango's stein massive,
ABC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alison Limerick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Star Department,
Easy Going,
Lou Christie,
Robert Wyatt,
Davy DMX,
Lower 48,
Sound Behaviour,
Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Connie Case,
Bronski Beat,
Donald Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
Chris & Cosey,
T. Rex,
James White and The Blacks,
The Remains,
Young Marble Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Leonard Cohen,
The Human League,
Angry Samoans,
Juan Atkins,
Yusef Lateef,
Stetsasonic,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.