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 Laos and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Agent Orange to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Albert Ayler,
Gang of Four,
Anakelly,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Remains,
Barrington Levy,
Rotary Connection,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
10cc,
Fatback Band,
Rites of Spring,
Patti Smith,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Sherman,
Hashim,
China Crisis,
Dave Gahan,
Barbara Tucker,
Drive Like Jehu,
LL Cool J,
The Blues Magoos,
Model 500,
Bad Manners,
The Standells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalann,
Silicon Teens,
Ultravox,
Deepchord,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Foxx,
Marc Almond,
The American Breed,
Parry Music,
Zapp,
Massinfluence,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soulsonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
Pole,
Crime,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doors,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smiths,
The Kinks,
Kurtis Blow,
Masters at Work,
Bauhaus,
Rakim,
Franke,
Neil Young,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.