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 Haiti and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moody Blues to the dance 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Crooked Eye,
Moss Icon,
Accadde A,
Oneida,
Mary Jane Girls,
Connie Case,
Sonic Youth,
The Gladiators,
Skriet,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Almond,
Davy DMX,
Nirvana,
Thompson Twins,
the Association,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Bad Manners,
LL Cool J,
Boz Scaggs,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Buckinghams,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ornette Coleman,
Supertramp,
B.T. Express,
Adolescents,
48th St. Collective,
Dual Sessions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deadbeat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Goldenarms,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Detroit Cobras,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül II,
Y Pants,
The Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Technova,
Funky Four + One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
These Immortal Souls,
Drexciya,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Loose Ends,
X-101,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Don Cherry,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Buzzcocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.