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 Burkina 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bush Tetras 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sex Pistols,
Ohio Players,
Man Parrish,
Excepter,
The Pretty Things,
Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
Quando Quango,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smoke,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Osbourne,
Depeche Mode,
Kayak,
Bad Manners,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed,
Suicide,
Barrington Levy,
H. Thieme,
Fatback Band,
The Buckinghams,
Dark Day,
Outsiders,
Bob Dylan,
Toni Rubio,
Schoolly D,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Green,
Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy Collins,
Ponytail,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mummies,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dead C,
Sun City Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pole,
Y Pants,
Erykah Badu,
Minutemen,
The Residents,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
One Last Wish,
Blancmange,
The Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.