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 Nauru and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Wings to the dance 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Fatback Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David McCallum,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker,
Isaac Hayes,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Rundgren,
Unrelated Segments,
Nik Kershaw,
Wings,
Tommy Roe,
Minny Pops,
The Pop Group,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Human League,
Hashim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fuzztones,
Piero Umiliani,
Scrapy,
10cc,
The Black Dice,
Brothers Johnson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nico,
The Modern Lovers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Knickerbockers,
Tropical Tobacco,
H. Thieme,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
Sam Rivers,
Spandau Ballet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slits,
The Slackers,
Skarface,
Cameo,
Malaria!,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deadbeat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Pus,
Bill Wells,
The Young Rascals,
Susan Cadogan,
Groovy Waters,
Joy Division,
Clear Light,
Shuggie Otis,
Masters at Work,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.