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 Mozambique and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tubeway Army to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Motions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Steve Hackett,
Bluetip,
John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Age Steppers,
Donald Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Tres Demented,
The Slackers,
Matthew Halsall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Urselle,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harry Pussy,
Bang On A Can,
ABC,
Swans,
Mad Mike,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pole,
Second Layer,
The Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reagan Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Easy Going,
David Axelrod,
The Names,
Parry Music,
Radio Birdman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tommy Roe,
Buzzcocks,
Qualms,
Robert Hood,
Brass Construction,
Scratch Acid,
Erasure,
Chris & Cosey,
Minny Pops,
Cheater Slicks,
Television Personalities,
AZ,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gap Band,
Thompson Twins,
Nas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anakelly,
Quadrant,
OOIOO,
Slick Rick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Residents,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.