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 Tuvalu and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Guru Guru to the rap 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Make Up,
Panda Bear,
Nas,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Wake,
Darondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Clarke,
Procol Harum,
The Doors,
Popol Vuh,
Moss Icon,
The Tremeloes,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Finger,
Inner City,
LL Cool J,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sixth Finger,
Blossom Toes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Stooges,
Oblivians,
Lower 48,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ken Boothe,
The Star Department,
T.S.O.L.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suicide,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sister Nancy,
Porter Ricks,
The Gories,
World's Most,
Scion,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick May,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aloha Tigers,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultravox,
Cybotron,
Schoolly D,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deepchord,
Little Man,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABC,
the Normal,
Depeche Mode,
Adolescents,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mars,
Newcleus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.