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 Namibia and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Henry Cow to the electroclash 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul II Soul,
Marcia Griffiths,
Babytalk,
Anakelly,
Crispian St. Peters,
Janne Schatter,
Banda Bassotti,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James White and The Blacks,
Yaz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
Gabor Szabo,
Bluetip,
Scientists,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The New Christs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Make Up,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
ABBA,
Bush Tetras,
Arcadia,
Jeff Lynne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amazonics,
The Fall,
Brand Nubian,
The Flesh Eaters,
The J.B.'s,
Interpol,
L. Decosne,
Arthur Verocai,
The Kinks,
Moebius,
cv313,
Eli Mardock,
Saccharine Trust,
Rosa Yemen,
Barrington Levy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ituana,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
June Days,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Rundgren,
The Index,
New Order,
Sam Rivers,
Joensuu 1685,
Heaven 17,
Nirvana,
Deadbeat,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.