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 Fiji and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Moon to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Jandek,
U.S. Maple,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mantronix,
Suicide,
Country Teasers,
Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
The Walker Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Moby Grape,
Ten City,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Finger,
The Doors,
Glambeats Corp.,
Infiniti,
Parry Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
PIL,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
Spandau Ballet,
The United States of America,
Lower 48,
Dennis Brown,
Nico,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Golliwogs,
Cameo,
T. Rex,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Main Source,
The Black Dice,
kango's stein massive,
Fela Kuti,
Hot Snakes,
Adolescents,
Fad Gadget,
The Tremeloes,
Guru Guru,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Circle Jerks,
Mr. Review,
X-Ray Spex,
Maurizio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Star Department,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moody Blues,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smoke,
Pantytec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Wake,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Terry,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.