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 Guinea-Bissau and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cure to the disco 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Bronski Beat,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monks,
Visage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül,
Sly & The Family Stone,
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Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yaz,
Freddie Wadling,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crooked Eye,
Harpers Bizarre,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Foxx,
The Cure,
Ken Boothe,
The Selecter,
U.S. Maple,
The Monks,
The Slackers,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donald Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pussy Galore,
Sixth Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deadbeat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swell Maps,
Moebius,
DJ Sneak,
Stetsasonic,
Letta Mbulu,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Five Americans,
ABBA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Excepter,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalann,
Underground Resistance,
Boredoms,
The Barracudas,
The Invisible,
Alphaville,
Robert Görl,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.