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 Burundi and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Howard Jones to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Wyatt,
New Order,
The Names,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chrome,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mars,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Görl,
L. Decosne,
the Germs,
Brand Nubian,
The Modern Lovers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dennis Brown,
Ultravox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crime,
Ituana,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Sneak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
F. McDonald,
Adolescents,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ken Boothe,
The Monochrome Set,
Pylon,
Cecil Taylor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eve St. Jones,
Mark Hollis,
D'Angelo,
Hoover,
Marmalade,
The Associates,
Trumans Water,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABBA,
KRS-One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joyce Sims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radio Birdman,
The Tremeloes,
Cameo,
Subhumans,
Godley & Creme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quando Quango,
Morten Harket,
Magazine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Zeros,
Quantec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Oneida,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.