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 Yemen and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 Aural Exciters to the rock 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Bobby Sherman,
The Evens,
Zero Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter & Gordon,
Charles Mingus,
The Moody Blues,
Young Marble Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Patti Smith,
Connie Case,
X-102,
Dennis Brown,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Althea and Donna,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Terry,
Silicon Teens,
Bluetip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Graham Central Station,
AZ,
Scan 7,
Vainqueur,
Laurel Aitken,
Joy Division,
The Busters,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxy Music,
Boz Scaggs,
Heaven 17,
Los Fastidios,
Moss Icon,
Cymande,
Icehouse,
Liliput,
Moby Grape,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Style,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barbara Tucker,
Bush Tetras,
Audionom,
The Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
cv313,
June of 44,
Robert Görl,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.