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 Fiji and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Human League to the grime 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Fat Boys,
Massinfluence,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Qualms,
John Lydon,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun City Girls,
Pylon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amazonics,
Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Barracudas,
X-101,
The Music Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Average White Band,
Supertramp,
James White and The Blacks,
Subhumans,
Smog,
Oblivians,
Prince Buster,
Parry Music,
Deadbeat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mandrill,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Severed Heads,
June Days,
Rekid,
John Foxx,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Marine Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Skarface,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sixth Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Selecter,
Monks,
Babytalk,
John Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minutemen,
New Age Steppers,
Henry Cow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Curtis Mayfield,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scion,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.