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 Chile and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Buckinghams to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Bauhaus,
Quantec,
Robert Hood,
K-Klass,
Ronan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tom Boy,
John Holt,
Underground Resistance,
Morten Harket,
The Toasters,
Godley & Creme,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
Blake Baxter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crime,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boogie Down Productions,
Traffic Nightmare,
T.S.O.L.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Average White Band,
Amazonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tomorrow,
AZ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liliput,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Black Dice,
Qualms,
Rites of Spring,
Sparks,
Pet Shop Boys,
cv313,
Panda Bear,
8 Eyed Spy,
L. Decosne,
Con Funk Shun,
Cybotron,
The Walker Brothers,
Cymande,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Second Layer,
Fatback Band,
The Kinks,
Tubeway Army,
Icehouse,
Swell Maps,
Warren Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vainqueur,
In Retrospect,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.