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 Cyprus and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
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 linndrum 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 the Sonics to the jazz 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Eric Dolphy,
The Residents,
the Human League,
Tubeway Army,
Magazine,
Ken Boothe,
Don Cherry,
DNA,
The Gun Club,
Duran Duran,
Nick Fraelich,
Vainqueur,
CMW,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Sheep,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Y Pants,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kurtis Blow,
The Victims,
Arab on Radar,
Deakin,
Black Pus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Associates,
Faraquet,
The Misunderstood,
Stereo Dub,
Porter Ricks,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
Kaleidoscope,
Sister Nancy,
The Walker Brothers,
Scrapy,
Letta Mbulu,
David McCallum,
Steve Hackett,
Heaven 17,
Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
The Moleskins,
Byron Stingily,
Scion,
June Days,
Hardrive,
Crash Course in Science,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Clarke,
Massinfluence,
Alphaville,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tears for Fears,
Unwound,
Yazoo,
The Barracudas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.