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 Samoa and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 H. Thieme to the jazz 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
The Sonics,
Moebius,
K-Klass,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Porter Ricks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drexciya,
Royal Trux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moleskins,
The Litter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skaos,
Radio Birdman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monolake,
The Invisible,
The Blues Magoos,
The Toasters,
Donny Hathaway,
Pierre Henry,
The Index,
cv313,
The Names,
The Mojo Men,
Pylon,
OOIOO,
the Fania All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
Iggy Pop,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Dolphy,
a-ha,
Anakelly,
Y Pants,
Moby Grape,
Sparks,
the Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
Brass Construction,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Inner City,
Ornette Coleman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Little Man,
Al Stewart,
The Techniques,
Soul II Soul,
The Count Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ohio Players,
Faust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oblivians,
Sound Behaviour,
The Martian,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.