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 Cuba and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 the Human League to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Don Cherry,
Silicon Teens,
Quando Quango,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monolake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grey Daturas,
Toni Rubio,
Livin' Joy,
Unrelated Segments,
Newcleus,
A Certain Ratio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moby Grape,
The Misunderstood,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monks,
Lalann,
Groovy Waters,
Skaos,
John Foxx,
The Raincoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Second Layer,
Camberwell Now,
Cal Tjader,
The Angels of Light,
Popol Vuh,
The Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Görl,
the Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
Terry Callier,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bush Tetras,
The Dead C,
Infiniti,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül II,
Von Mondo,
Jacques Brel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.