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 Congo and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Urselle to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Guru Guru,
Blake Baxter,
Wolf Eyes,
Scan 7,
This Heat,
The Move,
Kaleidoscope,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Au Pairs,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gun Club,
Henry Cow,
Panda Bear,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ituana,
Kas Product,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bauhaus,
Sight & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monks,
The Stooges,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agent Orange,
KRS-One,
Skriet,
Y Pants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Christie,
Simply Red,
Mr. Review,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gladiators,
The Evens,
The Searchers,
Tom Boy,
Tubeway Army,
Interpol,
Ponytail,
These Immortal Souls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joey Negro,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Holt,
Bill Near,
Gang Green,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Schoolly D,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grauzone,
Oblivians,
Young Marble Giants,
The Angels of Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.