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 Equatorial Guinea and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Human League to the funk 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Clear Light,
Camouflage,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Eric Copeland,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Stooges,
Chrome,
Half Japanese,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The American Breed,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers,
The Residents,
Stetsasonic,
Sound Behaviour,
Rod Modell,
Young Marble Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Black Bananas,
Brick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reuben Wilson,
Au Pairs,
Marc Almond,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare,
Brothers Johnson,
Scion,
Bang On A Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angry Samoans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Laurel Aitken,
Josef K,
8 Eyed Spy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Faust,
Severed Heads,
The Zeros,
Mantronix,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mission of Burma,
Lungfish,
Rites of Spring,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eurythmics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
Dead Boys,
Wire,
Sarah Menescal,
Liliput,
Ohio Players,
Quadrant,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.