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 Czech Republic and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 ABBA to the funk 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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
The Wake,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers,
Brass Construction,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Pus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suburban Knight,
Bronski Beat,
Banda Bassotti,
F. McDonald,
Yaz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faraquet,
Charles Mingus,
Mr. Review,
Reagan Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Association,
Ultra Naté,
Darondo,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Pylon,
48th St. Collective,
Marine Girls,
The Skatalites,
Anthony Braxton,
Sparks,
Piero Umiliani,
Monolake,
Funky Four + One,
The Golliwogs,
The Barracudas,
Derrick Morgan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oblivians,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül II,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marmalade,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maleditus Sound,
Mantronix,
Unwound,
the Swans,
Steve Hackett,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.