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 Uganda and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Skatalites to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Trumans Water,
Dual Sessions,
Can,
David McCallum,
Cecil Taylor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Real Kids,
Los Fastidios,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Prunes,
Crime,
The Gap Band,
Pantytec,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Style,
Robert Hood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra,
Spoonie Gee,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlback,
This Heat,
Sex Pistols,
Adolescents,
Marcia Griffiths,
La Düsseldorf,
Depeche Mode,
Michelle Simonal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Mills,
the Swans,
Cymande,
Rekid,
The Pretty Things,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anthony Braxton,
Spandau Ballet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barry Ungar,
Massinfluence,
Radio Birdman,
Ituana,
ABBA,
DJ Sneak,
Black Moon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soul II Soul,
Porter Ricks,
Easy Going,
Ronan,
Yazoo,
Harmonia,
Sound Behaviour,
Reuben Wilson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.