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 Guyana 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget 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?
Saccharine Trust,
Aswad,
Minny Pops,
Rotary Connection,
Suburban Knight,
Glenn Branca,
Toni Rubio,
Bauhaus,
Scratch Acid,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fatback Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Icehouse,
Flash Fearless,
Qualms,
The Sonics,
Moebius,
Jacob Miller,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Judy Mowatt,
Laurel Aitken,
The Searchers,
the Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalann,
Swans,
The Selecter,
the Association,
The Count Five,
China Crisis,
Marmalade,
Television Personalities,
Leonard Cohen,
LL Cool J,
Derrick May,
Scrapy,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eve St. Jones,
Average White Band,
Con Funk Shun,
The Busters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Inner City,
Wasted Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cramps,
Black Pus,
Suicide,
L. Decosne,
The Names,
Yellowson,
Soft Machine,
The Gun Club,
The Leaves,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.