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 Greece and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 The Techniques to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Mantronix,
Bluetip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rufus Thomas,
Main Source,
the Human League,
Infiniti,
The Associates,
Laurel Aitken,
Au Pairs,
Glenn Branca,
Essential Logic,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed,
Fluxion,
Fear,
The Fire Engines,
John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
PIL,
Skriet,
R.M.O.,
Jacques Brel,
China Crisis,
The Red Krayola,
the Slits,
Roxette,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Fraelich,
Interpol,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gun Club,
The Gladiators,
Bang On A Can,
Flipper,
Amazonics,
Livin' Joy,
The Motions,
Sister Nancy,
Althea and Donna,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Franke,
Camouflage,
Marvin Gaye,
The Grass Roots,
ABC,
Roy Ayers,
Yellowson,
Altered Images,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ossler,
Susan Cadogan,
Liliput,
Todd Terry,
John Foxx,
Section 25,
Erykah Badu,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Halsall,
Alphaville,
The Moody Blues,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.