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 Uganda and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Gabor Szabo to the techno 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Urselle,
Godley & Creme,
Sixth Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Red Krayola,
Kas Product,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter & Gordon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
The Skatalites,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reagan Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Neu!,
John Holt,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy Collins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül,
Prince Buster,
MC5,
Dead Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Bowie,
The Residents,
CMW,
Swans,
the Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
John Cale,
JFA,
Icehouse,
Japan,
Inner City,
Popol Vuh,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rekid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flash Fearless,
Mo-Dettes,
Pylon,
Bush Tetras,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Excepter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fugazi,
Section 25,
Laurel Aitken,
The Victims,
Surgeon,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.