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 Peru and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lebanon Hanover to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Albert Ayler,
D'Angelo,
Shoche,
Gong,
Adolescents,
Trumans Water,
Das Ding,
Peter and Kerry,
The Selecter,
Shuggie Otis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liliput,
Bobby Womack,
Negative Approach,
Funky Four + One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Don Cherry,
Brand Nubian,
Lakeside,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Christie,
Anakelly,
The Busters,
Nirvana,
Mantronix,
Todd Rundgren,
Dennis Brown,
Pylon,
The Dirtbombs,
Kurtis Blow,
Joey Negro,
Simply Red,
H. Thieme,
Lungfish,
Funkadelic,
The Music Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Marine Girls,
Blancmange,
Pierre Henry,
The Offenders,
Matthew Halsall,
Joensuu 1685,
Flash Fearless,
Stiv Bators,
Freddie Wadling,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fatback Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Saints,
Moebius,
Maurizio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Michelle Simonal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ornette Coleman,
Gichy Dan,
The Stooges,
Lower 48,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.