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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Spitz.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Anakelly,
Lee Hazlewood,
The J.B.'s,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cheater Slicks,
MC5,
Absolute Body Control,
Deadbeat,
The Litter,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare,
The Fugs,
Fela Kuti,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxy Music,
Rufus Thomas,
LL Cool J,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mojo Men,
Hoover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mars,
The Buckinghams,
Chrome,
Negative Approach,
Fluxion,
Dual Sessions,
Scratch Acid,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rites of Spring,
The Invisible,
Television,
Shoche,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young,
Audionom,
Das Ding,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rotary Connection,
World's Most,
Brick,
JFA,
Cymande,
Fugazi,
Hashim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Warsaw,
Dark Day,
Niagra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.