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 Tunisia and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hashim to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Niagra,
Eric Copeland,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispy Ambulance,
World's Most,
Joyce Sims,
MC5,
Nation of Ulysses,
Trumans Water,
AZ,
Scientists,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronan,
Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masters at Work,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tim Buckley,
Blancmange,
Pantytec,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Knickerbockers,
Tommy Roe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aaron Thompson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Junior Murvin,
Panda Bear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultra Naté,
Sparks,
H. Thieme,
Pierre Henry,
The Red Krayola,
The Angels of Light,
Radio Birdman,
Cameo,
Ultravox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Five Americans,
The Residents,
Agent Orange,
John Holt,
Pagans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric Dolphy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Rufus Thomas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rapeman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Althea and Donna,
Ponytail,
Aural Exciters,
The Names,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.