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 Andorra and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
The Human League,
Magazine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moody Blues,
Shoche,
Vainqueur,
The Pretty Things,
Young Marble Giants,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Pus,
The Red Krayola,
The Knickerbockers,
Gong,
Erykah Badu,
Drexciya,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wally Richardson,
The Mummies,
Freddie Wadling,
Soulsonic Force,
Accadde A,
Wire,
Yazoo,
Barbara Tucker,
Skarface,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visage,
Eurythmics,
Dawn Penn,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mr. Review,
X-Ray Spex,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agent Orange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Zeros,
Hoover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Charles Mingus,
The Mojo Men,
The Sisters of Mercy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bad Manners,
Faust,
Warsaw,
The Searchers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris Corsano,
Letta Mbulu,
Essential Logic,
Fad Gadget,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.