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 Thailand and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fugazi to the grime 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Agent Orange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
Jacques Brel,
Flipper,
The Birthday Party,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Dolphy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cramps,
Brass Construction,
Reagan Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boredoms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minor Threat,
Silicon Teens,
Radiohead,
Deadbeat,
Cluster,
Funkadelic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Litter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Schoolly D,
Talk Talk,
CMW,
Sun City Girls,
The Skatalites,
Cymande,
The Music Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABC,
Sun Ra,
Monolake,
Albert Ayler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lower 48,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
E-Dancer,
The Mummies,
Drexciya,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Moon,
Khruangbin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxette,
Kerri Chandler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wings,
The Remains,
Newcleus,
Thee Headcoats,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.