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 El Salvador and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Man Eating Sloth to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Jacob Miller,
Mr. Review,
Technova,
ABC,
Los Fastidios,
Barrington Levy,
The Fortunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Godley & Creme,
The Monochrome Set,
Slick Rick,
Hoover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker,
The Fuzztones,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris Corsano,
The Monks,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angry Samoans,
Barry Ungar,
Don Cherry,
Moss Icon,
Fela Kuti,
Flipper,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Supertramp,
Kerri Chandler,
Japan,
Absolute Body Control,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Simply Red,
Pole,
Schoolly D,
Cameo,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Remains,
The Techniques,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moleskins,
Goldenarms,
Das Ding,
Henry Cow,
Duran Duran,
Panda Bear,
Swell Maps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Silicon Teens,
John Lydon,
Khruangbin,
Laurel Aitken,
Lee Hazlewood,
Graham Central Station,
Danielle Patucci,
The Vogues,
Little Man,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.