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 Morocco and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fad Gadget,
The Vogues,
Tom Boy,
Bob Dylan,
T. Rex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Almond,
Kevin Saunderson,
Silicon Teens,
Ice-T,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brothers Johnson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MC5,
Brass Construction,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gong,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hardrive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronan,
Ultra Naté,
Blancmange,
Mandrill,
Jawbox,
Hasil Adkins,
Section 25,
Reagan Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tubeway Army,
The Birthday Party,
Monolake,
Agent Orange,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harmonia,
D'Angelo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tomorrow,
Scientists,
Terry Callier,
Excepter,
Quantec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Steve Hackett,
Gastr Del Sol,
Underground Resistance,
Pantytec,
Hoover,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Wyatt,
Youth Brigade,
Vainqueur,
The Velvet Underground,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers,
Colin Newman,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.