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 Tunisia and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sugar Minott to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Names,
Terrestrial Tones,
PIL,
Lalann,
Junior Murvin,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marcia Griffiths,
Juan Atkins,
John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rites of Spring,
The Remains,
Japan,
Q and Not U,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Near,
Glenn Branca,
The Misunderstood,
Gong,
Popol Vuh,
Tim Buckley,
Nirvana,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Flag,
Sparks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mr. Review,
Dual Sessions,
Outsiders,
Blake Baxter,
Pole,
Prince Buster,
Radiohead,
The Slackers,
The Star Department,
Organ,
the Slits,
John Lydon,
Talk Talk,
Pere Ubu,
Janne Schatter,
Cameo,
Don Cherry,
Dead Boys,
Mandrill,
Nils Olav,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers,
Kaleidoscope,
the Human League,
OOIOO,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lower 48,
Delon & Dalcan,
Goldenarms,
Anakelly,
The Trojans,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.