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 Ireland and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Ponytail to the grime 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brass Construction,
Altered Images,
The Knickerbockers,
8 Eyed Spy,
James White and The Blacks,
Organ,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
48th St. Collective,
the Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
Zero Boys,
Interpol,
Unwound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neu!,
Surgeon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Morten Harket,
Cymande,
Bush Tetras,
Pierre Henry,
Rosa Yemen,
Adolescents,
Nas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q65,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
FM Einheit,
The Walker Brothers,
the Association,
Johnny Osbourne,
Qualms,
Brand Nubian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Clear Light,
Erykah Badu,
The Angels of Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moody Blues,
Lucky Dragons,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cluster,
Alton Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mantronix,
The Star Department,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
Newcleus,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.