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 Monaco and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Fuzztones to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Charles Mingus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
The Birthday Party,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The J.B.'s,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Howard Jones,
Rod Modell,
Faraquet,
Babytalk,
New Order,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Negative Approach,
Deakin,
The Dave Clark Five,
World's Most,
Sugar Minott,
The Moody Blues,
Grey Daturas,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantytec,
Piero Umiliani,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fuzztones,
Reuben Wilson,
The Five Americans,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultra Naté,
Nik Kershaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cramps,
Jacob Miller,
Ludus,
Pole,
X-101,
Panda Bear,
Moebius,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young,
John Foxx,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang On A Can,
Glenn Branca,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ohio Players,
Stiv Bators,
The Busters,
Scan 7,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Dolphy,
Brass Construction,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pierre Henry,
June of 44,
The Fortunes,
Joensuu 1685,
The Stooges,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.