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 Gabon and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Dark Day,
Ornette Coleman,
Tom Boy,
Slave,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Michelle Simonal,
Nas,
Wire,
Brothers Johnson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Martian,
Alphaville,
The Flesh Eaters,
a-ha,
Black Bananas,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New York Dolls,
Rapeman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Organ,
June of 44,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Light Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxy Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Christie,
Todd Terry,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Busters,
Make Up,
The Smoke,
The Grass Roots,
Sarah Menescal,
Can,
Flipper,
La Düsseldorf,
The Happenings,
Sister Nancy,
Alison Limerick,
Lightning Bolt,
Reagan Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker,
the Bar-Kays,
K-Klass,
Wolf Eyes,
Tim Buckley,
Easy Going,
Intrusion,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.