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 South Africa and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Camberwell Now to the punk 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
The Raincoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Almond,
Bluetip,
Mars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warren Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronnie Foster,
Judy Mowatt,
Basic Channel,
Janne Schatter,
Mantronix,
The Vogues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Popol Vuh,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultravox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Sheep,
Godley & Creme,
Ohio Players,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wolf Eyes,
Moby Grape,
Sister Nancy,
The Busters,
Sarah Menescal,
ABC,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nas,
Steve Hackett,
Agent Orange,
The Real Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fortunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Can,
Scientists,
the Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronan,
The Last Poets,
The Standells,
The Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Average White Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young,
The Pretty Things,
Rotary Connection,
The Leaves,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.