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 Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Avey Tare,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delta 5,
Cecil Taylor,
Technova,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deadbeat,
Warsaw,
LL Cool J,
Brothers Johnson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Near,
Traffic Nightmare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
R.M.O.,
Rapeman,
Peter and Kerry,
Byron Stingily,
Au Pairs,
The Misunderstood,
Yaz,
Motorama,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül II,
Franke,
Outsiders,
Eli Mardock,
Tomorrow,
Monolake,
June of 44,
Bush Tetras,
Fatback Band,
Lou Christie,
Gong,
Colin Newman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mark Hollis,
Pantytec,
T. Rex,
Agent Orange,
Todd Terry,
Warren Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Flesh Eaters,
UT,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Grass Roots,
The Velvet Underground,
Bad Manners,
Camouflage,
Audionom,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.