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 Nicaragua and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gong to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Connie Case,
Anthony Braxton,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiohead,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hashim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wally Richardson,
Model 500,
Hasil Adkins,
Carl Craig,
Sparks,
Scratch Acid,
Young Marble Giants,
Nico,
Stiv Bators,
Lyres,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
Scan 7,
Spoonie Gee,
Loose Ends,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q and Not U,
The Beau Brummels,
Youth Brigade,
Ice-T,
Pagans,
Gichy Dan,
Eddi Front,
Chrome,
Liliput,
AZ,
Oblivians,
Cecil Taylor,
Altered Images,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Bluetip,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
Rufus Thomas,
B.T. Express,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
The Toasters,
The Kinks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eve St. Jones,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül II,
The Angels of Light,
Cluster,
Duran Duran,
Marmalade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crime,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.