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 Norway and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Rod Modell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Susan Cadogan,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visage,
Harmonia,
Wings,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Lynne,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tommy Roe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Trumans Water,
Talk Talk,
Sister Nancy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wasted Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Goldenarms,
The Divine Comedy,
Hardrive,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Terry,
Rites of Spring,
Cluster,
Niagra,
Procol Harum,
Nico,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lower 48,
Moss Icon,
Scan 7,
The Cure,
Model 500,
Fad Gadget,
B.T. Express,
Reagan Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Laurel Aitken,
Steve Hackett,
Ornette Coleman,
Ohio Players,
The Searchers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronan,
The Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
Pulsallama,
Severed Heads,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quantec,
Ken Boothe,
Desert Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Near,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.