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 Maldives and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sexual Harrassment to the rock 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dirtbombs,
Hoover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Basic Channel,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Machine,
Deepchord,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultra Naté,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mo-Dettes,
L. Decosne,
The Smiths,
Letta Mbulu,
The Offenders,
James White and The Blacks,
Steve Hackett,
Lungfish,
Spandau Ballet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Simply Red,
Rites of Spring,
Whodini,
China Crisis,
Sarah Menescal,
Sight & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Smog,
Crispian St. Peters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Hood,
the Association,
The Walker Brothers,
Lyres,
Godley & Creme,
Maurizio,
Scratch Acid,
Kas Product,
Panda Bear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
EPMD,
The Wake,
Gang of Four,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ludus,
The Moody Blues,
Tubeway Army,
Connie Case,
Fat Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.