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 Saudi Arabia and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Goldenarms 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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?
Crash Course in Science,
Black Flag,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dawn Penn,
Sandy B,
Bobby Byrd,
Scion,
The Divine Comedy,
Simply Red,
Davy DMX,
Tom Boy,
Talk Talk,
Cybotron,
Cheater Slicks,
Danielle Patucci,
Jawbox,
The Invisible,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül II,
The Red Krayola,
the Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mojo Men,
John Holt,
Shuggie Otis,
Alison Limerick,
Crime,
Rekid,
John Foxx,
Guru Guru,
The Velvet Underground,
Skarface,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Wells,
Lungfish,
PIL,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantytec,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Kinks,
KRS-One,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mark Hollis,
Blossom Toes,
Toni Rubio,
Chris & Cosey,
Chris Corsano,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sam Rivers,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalann,
The Blues Magoos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Darondo,
Alton Ellis,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.