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 Ivory Coast and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonic Youth,
Goldenarms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bush Tetras,
Eli Mardock,
L. Decosne,
The Divine Comedy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Adolescents,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Saints,
Freddie Wadling,
Quando Quango,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marmalade,
Tom Boy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Martian,
Malaria!,
Jacob Miller,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun City Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nirvana,
The Birthday Party,
Rod Modell,
OOIOO,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Sheep,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-102,
Model 500,
John Holt,
Yusef Lateef,
Joey Negro,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Black Dice,
Zapp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rekid,
Youth Brigade,
Average White Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Near,
Yazoo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maleditus Sound,
Skaos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Seeds,
JFA,
Hashim,
Althea and Donna,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.