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 Morocco and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pole to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
the Human League,
the Slits,
Andrew Hill,
Funkadelic,
Bang On A Can,
The Black Dice,
Guru Guru,
Danielle Patucci,
Ohio Players,
Quantec,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Velvet Underground,
The Five Americans,
Marine Girls,
Marmalade,
Icehouse,
Silicon Teens,
The Barracudas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yellowson,
Wire,
Bad Manners,
Mantronix,
Skriet,
Loose Ends,
The Skatalites,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ice-T,
the Fania All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
Patti Smith,
a-ha,
These Immortal Souls,
John Lydon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Colin Newman,
Lower 48,
Cheater Slicks,
Maurizio,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Franke,
Kurtis Blow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quadrant,
Quando Quango,
Rapeman,
Das Ding,
Joey Negro,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mummies,
Gerry Rafferty,
Young Marble Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cluster,
Bauhaus,
Make Up,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.