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 Gambia and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gong to the disco 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monks,
Scott Walker,
The Grass Roots,
Max Romeo,
Don Cherry,
The Saints,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monks,
Depeche Mode,
D'Angelo,
Tubeway Army,
Arab on Radar,
Joey Negro,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Khruangbin,
Black Bananas,
Al Stewart,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boz Scaggs,
Flash Fearless,
The Moleskins,
Cluster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiohead,
Moebius,
Index,
The Human League,
F. McDonald,
Soul II Soul,
Adolescents,
Black Moon,
The Black Dice,
The Residents,
Avey Tare,
Ornette Coleman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Red Krayola,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pere Ubu,
Charles Mingus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
OOIOO,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Whodini,
The Knickerbockers,
KRS-One,
John Foxx,
Danielle Patucci,
Guru Guru,
Joy Division,
Negative Approach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ice-T,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.