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 Peru and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Angry Samoans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Crash Course in Science,
Brass Construction,
Yaz,
Supertramp,
Amazonics,
Fad Gadget,
The Wake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Von Mondo,
Royal Trux,
The Trojans,
Thompson Twins,
The Black Dice,
Gang Starr,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Iggy Pop,
Roxette,
The Knickerbockers,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moebius,
Radiohead,
Lee Hazlewood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Outsiders,
Delta 5,
Pussy Galore,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marvin Gaye,
Adolescents,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Clarke,
Ludus,
Lou Christie,
Pierre Henry,
Lightning Bolt,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Machine,
Ituana,
Gabor Szabo,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Mills,
Cheater Slicks,
World's Most,
Popol Vuh,
The Blues Magoos,
Stetsasonic,
Tom Boy,
Khruangbin,
June of 44,
The Fugs,
Skaos,
Hasil Adkins,
Pagans,
Alice Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
Negative Approach,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.