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 Ireland and from New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Schoolly D to the dance 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Model 500,
Harry Pussy,
Josef K,
Jandek,
Sister Nancy,
Audionom,
Mad Mike,
The Stooges,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anthony Braxton,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
The Dirtbombs,
Byron Stingily,
The Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Adolescents,
Cal Tjader,
The Smiths,
The Black Dice,
Lyres,
Kas Product,
Michelle Simonal,
KRS-One,
Toni Rubio,
Country Teasers,
Liliput,
The Skatalites,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Green,
Babytalk,
The Cramps,
Todd Terry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grey Daturas,
Marmalade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Q and Not U,
Robert Wyatt,
cv313,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Interpol,
Joensuu 1685,
Lungfish,
Subhumans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
Sällskapet,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Grass Roots,
Popol Vuh,
Reuben Wilson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.