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 Grenada 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 The Techniques to the rap 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '50s 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 Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Halsall,
Ludus,
Buzzcocks,
The Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
Patti Smith,
Maurizio,
Theoretical Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Standells,
Second Layer,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rosa Yemen,
Japan,
Steve Hackett,
Alice Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lyres,
Avey Tare,
The American Breed,
Henry Cow,
Rapeman,
The Misunderstood,
The Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Outsiders,
In Retrospect,
Don Cherry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker,
Cal Tjader,
The Fugs,
The J.B.'s,
Stiv Bators,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deadbeat,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Young Rascals,
kango's stein massive,
Swans,
Essential Logic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gong,
Con Funk Shun,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Dolphy,
Scion,
Icehouse,
Prince Buster,
DJ Style,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.