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 Libya and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Victims to the grime 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Blossom Toes,
Arcadia,
The Techniques,
Joe Smooth,
Lyres,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
The Litter,
Pantaleimon,
Mars,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slackers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blues Magoos,
Piero Umiliani,
Babytalk,
The Five Americans,
Prince Buster,
Crime,
Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Loose Ends,
The Monks,
Yaz,
The Smoke,
The Blackbyrds,
Banda Bassotti,
Dave Gahan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fluxion,
Zapp,
Unwound,
Eddi Front,
Duran Duran,
One Last Wish,
ABC,
Theoretical Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Television Personalities,
Deepchord,
MDC,
Moby Grape,
Warsaw,
Robert Görl,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Parrish,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roger Hodgson,
Gichy Dan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Al Stewart,
Donald Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faraquet,
Mark Hollis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.