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 Guatemala and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Red Krayola to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
CMW,
Todd Rundgren,
Juan Atkins,
Thompson Twins,
Fluxion,
Alton Ellis,
the Association,
Parry Music,
The Residents,
Franke,
Groovy Waters,
Guru Guru,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Eating Sloth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Das Ding,
48th St. Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Almond,
Derrick Morgan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Albert Ayler,
Barrington Levy,
The Durutti Column,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aural Exciters,
Mark Hollis,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Last Poets,
Drive Like Jehu,
Banda Bassotti,
Al Stewart,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brand Nubian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Hill,
Ohio Players,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wally Richardson,
Lindisfarne,
Ten City,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harmonia,
Joe Finger,
Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gories,
Circle Jerks,
Audionom,
Tommy Roe,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.