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 Madagascar 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Infiniti to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Graham Central Station,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalann,
Absolute Body Control,
Colin Newman,
Smog,
Lou Christie,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxy Music,
Moby Grape,
Interpol,
U.S. Maple,
Reuben Wilson,
John Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
Stereo Dub,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rapeman,
The Beau Brummels,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Dave Gahan,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tom Boy,
Aswad,
Von Mondo,
Desert Stars,
The Gap Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tears for Fears,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
F. McDonald,
Japan,
Pulsallama,
Minutemen,
Marmalade,
Talk Talk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Germs,
Eric Dolphy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
JFA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Basic Channel,
Iggy Pop,
Wally Richardson,
Jawbox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terry Callier,
Niagra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yaz,
Agitation Free,
Dual Sessions,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.