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 Kazakhstan and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Michelle Simonal to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
This Heat,
Amon Düül,
UT,
Sound Behaviour,
Barbara Tucker,
Wings,
10cc,
Dawn Penn,
The Busters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantaleimon,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Parrish,
X-101,
John Lydon,
Marshall Jefferson,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gories,
Mantronix,
Von Mondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marvin Gaye,
Lightning Bolt,
Toni Rubio,
Alton Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
Q65,
Jacob Miller,
Pole,
Todd Terry,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sound,
Sister Nancy,
The J.B.'s,
The Selecter,
Malaria!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bob Dylan,
Donny Hathaway,
Whodini,
Spoonie Gee,
Alice Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter and Kerry,
EPMD,
Eurythmics,
Fad Gadget,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Smooth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Fraelich,
Iggy Pop,
The Durutti Column,
Moss Icon,
Mandrill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.