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 Costa Rica and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fad Gadget to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Graham Central Station,
The J.B.'s,
Visage,
Surgeon,
Minutemen,
The Searchers,
Goldenarms,
Oblivians,
Warren Ellis,
Hashim,
The Victims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Underground Resistance,
Rod Modell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terry Callier,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brothers Johnson,
Inner City,
cv313,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Style,
Quantec,
LL Cool J,
Arab on Radar,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fear,
The Kinks,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brand Nubian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Enemy,
Wasted Youth,
Malaria!,
Marc Almond,
ABC,
Subhumans,
Joyce Sims,
Skaos,
Jacob Miller,
The Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fugs,
Derrick Morgan,
Tears for Fears,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moebius,
Tim Buckley,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kenny Larkin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.