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 Bahamas and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cymande to the rap 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Icehouse,
The Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
The Standells,
Cal Tjader,
The Misunderstood,
Television Personalities,
The Barracudas,
Alison Limerick,
The Invisible,
The Move,
Matthew Bourne,
Ituana,
The Moody Blues,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fall,
Tears for Fears,
Swell Maps,
PIL,
Heaven 17,
Pantytec,
Wolf Eyes,
FM Einheit,
Monks,
Bauhaus,
Quantec,
David Bowie,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare,
Mark Hollis,
Flash Fearless,
Curtis Mayfield,
Franke,
Roy Ayers,
Joy Division,
Aswad,
Talk Talk,
Echospace,
Fluxion,
Max Romeo,
World's Most,
Groovy Waters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donny Hathaway,
Judy Mowatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Main Source,
The Slackers,
Junior Murvin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monolake,
Second Layer,
Morten Harket,
In Retrospect,
Funky Four + One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swans,
Y Pants,
Carl Craig,
Banda Bassotti,
Intrusion,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.