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 Afghanistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 Symarip to the jazz 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
The Pop Group,
LL Cool J,
La Düsseldorf,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Music Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
8 Eyed Spy,
Al Stewart,
The Vogues,
The Smoke,
Sister Nancy,
Sam Rivers,
Toni Rubio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Little Man,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
Simply Red,
Section 25,
Crooked Eye,
U.S. Maple,
Terrestrial Tones,
OOIOO,
Royal Trux,
ABC,
The Fuzztones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deepchord,
the Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
Carl Craig,
Model 500,
Alton Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Hood,
Howard Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Marmalade,
The Tremeloes,
Minny Pops,
Guru Guru,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Grass Roots,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rufus Thomas,
Fatback Band,
Bush Tetras,
Chris Corsano,
Moby Grape,
The Fortunes,
Skarface,
Liliput,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.