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 San Marino and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pylon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Infiniti,
Alison Limerick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Von Mondo,
Hot Snakes,
Black Bananas,
Whodini,
Mandrill,
Fela Kuti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bob Dylan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül II,
Terry Callier,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Malaria!,
Judy Mowatt,
Parry Music,
Essential Logic,
The Fall,
The Music Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Brand Nubian,
Byron Stingily,
Quantec,
Mars,
Spandau Ballet,
Davy DMX,
The Remains,
Suburban Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-Ray Spex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crooked Eye,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Young Rascals,
Stereo Dub,
The Raincoats,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxette,
Fluxion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Hardrive,
Graham Central Station,
Todd Terry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crime,
Howard Jones,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.