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 Iceland and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Cameo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Brick,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Swans,
the Association,
Kurtis Blow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camouflage,
Theoretical Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Henry Cow,
Tomorrow,
UT,
Organ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
In Retrospect,
Quantec,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Enemy,
Jerry's Kids,
Flash Fearless,
The Alarm Clocks,
U.S. Maple,
The Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Main Source,
Livin' Joy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tim Buckley,
Half Japanese,
The Fall,
Bizarre Inc.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roger Hodgson,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
The Busters,
Bobby Womack,
Reagan Youth,
Cluster,
The Young Rascals,
Model 500,
Oblivians,
E-Dancer,
Magma,
Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Halsall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marine Girls,
Black Bananas,
New Age Steppers,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.