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 Philippines and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the disco 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Magma,
Das Ding,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nas,
Minor Threat,
The Smoke,
Eurythmics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Excepter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barbara Tucker,
Severed Heads,
Japan,
La Düsseldorf,
Loose Ends,
PIL,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delta 5,
E-Dancer,
Blancmange,
Deakin,
Stereo Dub,
Harpers Bizarre,
Freddie Wadling,
Franke,
Newcleus,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultravox,
Television Personalities,
cv313,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Charles Mingus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unwound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mantronix,
Sugar Minott,
Average White Band,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
D'Angelo,
Dual Sessions,
the Association,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hashim,
Visage,
The Raincoats,
The Count Five,
Rites of Spring,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ohio Players,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.