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 Italy and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Johnny Clarke to the punk 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Man Parrish,
Agent Orange,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Near,
Michelle Simonal,
Alphaville,
Josef K,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Average White Band,
LL Cool J,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalann,
Second Layer,
Parry Music,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Jacob Miller,
Malaria!,
Organ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerrie Biddell,
Animal Collective,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bluetip,
Crash Course in Science,
Minutemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quantec,
The Residents,
Fugazi,
Donald Byrd,
Shoche,
The Modern Lovers,
Severed Heads,
Quadrant,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yaz,
T.S.O.L.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pierre Henry,
Eve St. Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doors,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Starr,
Scientists,
The Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.