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 Mozambique and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Main Source to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Almond,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Near,
Carl Craig,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
the Normal,
Eli Mardock,
Scion,
Organ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Move,
Slave,
EPMD,
Black Sheep,
Excepter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Quando Quango,
The Detroit Cobras,
These Immortal Souls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heaven 17,
The Sonics,
The Motions,
June of 44,
Eddi Front,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Audionom,
Arcadia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mark Hollis,
Jacob Miller,
Sex Pistols,
Joyce Sims,
The Music Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oneida,
Howard Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slackers,
Fear,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Slits,
KRS-One,
AZ,
Yusef Lateef,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Section 25,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anakelly,
Sugar Minott,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.