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 Belize and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Eurythmics to the disco 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Joy Division,
Popol Vuh,
Slave,
Vainqueur,
Black Bananas,
Warren Ellis,
F. McDonald,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nik Kershaw,
Alphaville,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Searchers,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Lydon,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Holt,
Moebius,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agitation Free,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quantec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Wyatt,
Howard Jones,
Stereo Dub,
Funky Four + One,
The Gun Club,
Television,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monolake,
PIL,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eden Ahbez,
Lindisfarne,
EPMD,
Skaos,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Average White Band,
Archie Shepp,
Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Enemy,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Halsall,
Fatback Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Loose Ends,
Newcleus,
Roxette,
Alison Limerick,
Skarface,
10cc,
Q65,
The Happenings,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.