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 Guyana 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Los Fastidios to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Adolescents,
Gang Green,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Michelle Simonal,
Fat Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Count Five,
Marmalade,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Young Rascals,
Pharoah Sanders,
Heaven 17,
Can,
Kayak,
Tears for Fears,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tim Buckley,
Procol Harum,
Spandau Ballet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Sneak,
Fugazi,
Alphaville,
Sun City Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Searchers,
Rhythm & Sound,
UT,
The Offenders,
The Stooges,
Albert Ayler,
The Cure,
OOIOO,
Camouflage,
Ronan,
The Motions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eve St. Jones,
The Grass Roots,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tom Boy,
Leonard Cohen,
Skriet,
Black Pus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Isaac Hayes,
Easy Going,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
Pierre Henry,
Underground Resistance,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.