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 Ghana and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 The Barracudas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Pop Group,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Durutti Column,
Minor Threat,
Camberwell Now,
Rekid,
Cheater Slicks,
EPMD,
Black Sheep,
Scientists,
X-Ray Spex,
Popol Vuh,
The Saints,
Los Fastidios,
The Move,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Certain Ratio,
China Crisis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rites of Spring,
Pierre Henry,
UT,
Country Teasers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
The Wake,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott Heron,
David McCallum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minnie Riperton,
D'Angelo,
Blake Baxter,
Judy Mowatt,
Darondo,
David Bowie,
The Modern Lovers,
Accadde A,
Zapp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Clear Light,
Qualms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Simply Red,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sällskapet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sparks,
Tubeway Army,
Newcleus,
Sixth Finger,
The Invisible,
Youth Brigade,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.