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 Angola and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Scratch Acid to the disco 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Alison Limerick,
Wasted Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Funkadelic,
Tres Demented,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sister Nancy,
Fear,
Warsaw,
Wolf Eyes,
Motorama,
Roxy Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arthur Verocai,
The Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Leaves,
Quadrant,
Flash Fearless,
Fluxion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ken Boothe,
Absolute Body Control,
Donald Byrd,
Wire,
Supertramp,
Sandy B,
Organ,
Fat Boys,
Morten Harket,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mark Hollis,
Infiniti,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alphaville,
Mo-Dettes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joensuu 1685,
Trumans Water,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Whodini,
Popol Vuh,
Reuben Wilson,
Gichy Dan,
D'Angelo,
June Days,
Zero Boys,
The Techniques,
Al Stewart,
Fatback Band,
Yaz,
Susan Cadogan,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.