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 Grenada and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Iggy Pop to the rock 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris Corsano,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kas Product,
Bad Manners,
The Techniques,
Khruangbin,
Soul II Soul,
The Fall,
Royal Trux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Technova,
Q and Not U,
Al Stewart,
Deadbeat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dual Sessions,
Judy Mowatt,
T. Rex,
Sällskapet,
The Red Krayola,
Saccharine Trust,
Accadde A,
Prince Buster,
Juan Atkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick May,
Lou Christie,
Brand Nubian,
Yazoo,
Blancmange,
The Kinks,
the Germs,
These Immortal Souls,
Scion,
Deakin,
Young Marble Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Nik Kershaw,
The Wake,
Bill Near,
Das Ding,
Moss Icon,
Skriet,
Barrington Levy,
Harry Pussy,
Skaos,
Kayak,
The Velvet Underground,
Sister Nancy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Patti Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare,
Heaven 17,
Eddi Front,
The Motions,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.