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 Iraq and from London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grime 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gabor Szabo,
Television,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
Don Cherry,
Buzzcocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deakin,
Thee Headcoats,
Siglo XX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
EPMD,
The Pop Group,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arthur Verocai,
Junior Murvin,
T. Rex,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maurizio,
Funky Four + One,
The Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Pere Ubu,
Ohio Players,
Mr. Review,
Glenn Branca,
The Pretty Things,
Mad Mike,
Mantronix,
The Count Five,
Morten Harket,
Cecil Taylor,
Talk Talk,
The Doobie Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angry Samoans,
Pussy Galore,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Fraelich,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerri Chandler,
Altered Images,
OOIOO,
the Association,
Malaria!,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Teasers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
AZ,
Carl Craig,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.