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 Malta and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Halifax.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Trumans Water to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
10cc,
Section 25,
Graham Central Station,
MDC,
Charles Mingus,
K-Klass,
Wire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eurythmics,
Kaleidoscope,
Malaria!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tears for Fears,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Neon Judgement,
Kas Product,
The Stooges,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Little Man,
the Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
Cal Tjader,
Silicon Teens,
Pierre Henry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mojo Men,
Blancmange,
Piero Umiliani,
The American Breed,
Angry Samoans,
Patti Smith,
Das Ding,
The Blues Magoos,
Slick Rick,
Ten City,
The Buckinghams,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Almond,
Black Pus,
Alton Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
Magma,
Y Pants,
Erykah Badu,
June of 44,
Altered Images,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erasure,
Michelle Simonal,
48th St. Collective,
Groovy Waters,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.