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 Bulgaria and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Wyatt to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Radio Birdman,
Ultravox,
Index,
The Monochrome Set,
Cybotron,
Alphaville,
Quadrant,
The Tremeloes,
Magazine,
Jeff Mills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boredoms,
Can,
Pussy Galore,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brass Construction,
The Modern Lovers,
Rosa Yemen,
New Order,
The Motions,
Maurizio,
John Cale,
Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Sight & Sound,
David McCallum,
Henry Cow,
Iggy Pop,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erasure,
The New Christs,
Ludus,
David Axelrod,
The Techniques,
Fugazi,
Parry Music,
Banda Bassotti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moebius,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flash Fearless,
Subhumans,
Scan 7,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arthur Verocai,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Silicon Teens,
Dark Day,
Godley & Creme,
Guru Guru,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Evens,
Kas Product,
Isaac Hayes,
Procol Harum,
Swell Maps,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.