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 Benin and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Accadde A,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boz Scaggs,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sonics,
Radiohead,
Icehouse,
Pole,
Sun Ra,
Underground Resistance,
Fugazi,
New Age Steppers,
the Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fear,
Sparks,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Max Romeo,
UT,
Lindisfarne,
The Fugs,
John Holt,
Bauhaus,
LL Cool J,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The J.B.'s,
The Black Dice,
Scratch Acid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Order,
Organ,
Isaac Hayes,
Radio Birdman,
The Selecter,
The Golliwogs,
Q65,
Negative Approach,
The Litter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Standells,
Mission of Burma,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Parrish,
Eddi Front,
X-102,
Dave Gahan,
Tim Buckley,
John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
Byron Stingily,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.