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 Cuba and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rakim to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Little Man,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Angels of Light,
Joyce Sims,
Suburban Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Music Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Jawbox,
The Smoke,
48th St. Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slave,
Minny Pops,
Gerry Rafferty,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Byron Stingily,
The Dead C,
The Skatalites,
Max Romeo,
Harmonia,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter & Gordon,
Second Layer,
The Velvet Underground,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Görl,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül II,
Excepter,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Almond,
Scan 7,
the Swans,
Sparks,
The Residents,
Flipper,
Carl Craig,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed,
Sällskapet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Icehouse,
L. Decosne,
In Retrospect,
the Association,
DJ Style,
Grey Daturas,
Nirvana,
Absolute Body Control,
Al Stewart,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ornette Coleman,
Rotary Connection,
Hot Snakes,
Moby Grape,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.