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 Singapore and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rap 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Depeche Mode,
the Human League,
Clear Light,
Sam Rivers,
Funky Four + One,
The Gladiators,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker,
Moss Icon,
Qualms,
Janne Schatter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Can,
Tears for Fears,
cv313,
The Move,
Todd Rundgren,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlback,
PIL,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Bauhaus,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Index,
Barrington Levy,
Von Mondo,
Maurizio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Copeland,
Bizarre Inc.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hardrive,
Minor Threat,
Outsiders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Q65,
Terry Callier,
Deakin,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra,
Q and Not U,
Jacques Brel,
Scientists,
Boz Scaggs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cal Tjader,
Whodini,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Josef K,
Maleditus Sound,
Loose Ends,
The Birthday Party,
The Toasters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.