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 Jamaica and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Motions to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Bush Tetras,
Dennis Brown,
The Offenders,
Eric Copeland,
Silicon Teens,
MC5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Malaria!,
Animal Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed,
Hasil Adkins,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pop Group,
Judy Mowatt,
Flash Fearless,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barbara Tucker,
Tropical Tobacco,
Albert Ayler,
Talk Talk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ralphi Rosario,
June Days,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mojo Men,
Aural Exciters,
Fluxion,
Kayak,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deakin,
Bobby Womack,
Pagans,
LL Cool J,
Ludus,
The Cure,
Johnny Clarke,
Cecil Taylor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
The Buckinghams,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Saints,
Patti Smith,
Icehouse,
Sun City Girls,
Mantronix,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.