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 Ghana and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar 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 New Order to the grime 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Symarip,
The Knickerbockers,
Vladislav Delay,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Bananas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thee Headcoats,
Swans,
The New Christs,
Outsiders,
Tim Buckley,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Parrish,
The Real Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Martian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
10cc,
The Moody Blues,
Quando Quango,
The Neon Judgement,
Metal Thangz,
Visage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Techniques,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Icehouse,
Subhumans,
Das Ding,
Funkadelic,
The Electric Prunes,
UT,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bauhaus,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Almond,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABBA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mantronix,
The Wake,
The Standells,
Bush Tetras,
Fluxion,
Godley & Creme,
Reuben Wilson,
Altered Images,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantytec,
Scott Walker,
Sixth Finger,
The Raincoats,
Dead Boys,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.