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 Angola and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Underground Resistance to the techno 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Qualms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Barracudas,
Circle Jerks,
Parry Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Infiniti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marine Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Yellowson,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smiths,
Soul II Soul,
Nas,
the Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mojo Men,
Index,
Avey Tare,
Alison Limerick,
Nirvana,
Peter and Kerry,
Trumans Water,
DJ Style,
Scrapy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cramps,
Yusef Lateef,
Susan Cadogan,
Grey Daturas,
The Evens,
Basic Channel,
Supertramp,
Marvin Gaye,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Alphaville,
Cluster,
The Slits,
The Raincoats,
Skarface,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hasil Adkins,
The Golliwogs,
LL Cool J,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Average White Band,
Malaria!,
Fugazi,
Scan 7,
Mission of Burma,
Suicide,
Derrick May,
F. McDonald,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.