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 Azerbaijan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Eurythmics,
Carl Craig,
Fat Boys,
Technova,
Cybotron,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Half Japanese,
Davy DMX,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Groovy Waters,
Lungfish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Urselle,
Colin Newman,
Echospace,
Rakim,
Todd Terry,
Derrick Morgan,
Babytalk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rufus Thomas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Average White Band,
Barry Ungar,
The Residents,
Kas Product,
Tim Buckley,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bronski Beat,
The Modern Lovers,
U.S. Maple,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Sheep,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mr. Review,
Ossler,
Ronnie Foster,
Moebius,
Marmalade,
Rites of Spring,
Shuggie Otis,
The Martian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
48th St. Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Newcleus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Adolescents,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fuzztones,
Deakin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.