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 Lebanon and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soft Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The United States of America,
Groovy Waters,
Yaz,
Eurythmics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Sherman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Index,
Jacob Miller,
Supertramp,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Bourne,
Sixth Finger,
Das Ding,
Lalann,
Hoover,
Average White Band,
Von Mondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fatback Band,
The Invisible,
The Fall,
Terry Callier,
a-ha,
Susan Cadogan,
Gichy Dan,
the Bar-Kays,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camberwell Now,
Sällskapet,
Urselle,
Maurizio,
Yellowson,
Negative Approach,
Moss Icon,
The Dead C,
Patti Smith,
June Days,
Black Flag,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Cal Tjader,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Human League,
Drexciya,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Letta Mbulu,
Altered Images,
Circle Jerks,
Public Enemy,
Scrapy,
Al Stewart,
Carl Craig,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.