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 Brazil and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moebius to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispy Ambulance,
In Retrospect,
The United States of America,
The Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang of Four,
Brass Construction,
The Durutti Column,
Boz Scaggs,
H. Thieme,
Popol Vuh,
Steve Hackett,
Black Moon,
The Dead C,
Agitation Free,
Bad Manners,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Green,
Fela Kuti,
Surgeon,
Rotary Connection,
New York Dolls,
Quando Quango,
Spoonie Gee,
Skarface,
Rapeman,
Radio Birdman,
the Association,
The Pretty Things,
K-Klass,
LL Cool J,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiohead,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bob Dylan,
The Cowsills,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moss Icon,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cure,
X-101,
The Human League,
Motorama,
Marmalade,
ABBA,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.