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 United Kingdom and from New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Piero Umiliani to the jazz 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monks,
The United States of America,
New Order,
Lucky Dragons,
The Human League,
Main Source,
Matthew Bourne,
The Kinks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blossom Toes,
The Trojans,
Deakin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yazoo,
Arthur Verocai,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Divine Comedy,
The Selecter,
Aloha Tigers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy Collins,
The Music Machine,
the Normal,
Todd Terry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jandek,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Royal Trux,
the Soft Cell,
Interpol,
Mandrill,
Silicon Teens,
Sun City Girls,
Sandy B,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronnie Foster,
Darondo,
Max Romeo,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Womack,
Oneida,
The Gun Club,
Lindisfarne,
The Beau Brummels,
the Human League,
Scrapy,
Joe Smooth,
Amazonics,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Near,
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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.