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 Taiwan and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
These Immortal Souls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suicide,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Cell,
Quantec,
The Cowsills,
Charles Mingus,
Niagra,
Swell Maps,
Faust,
Ronan,
Mantronix,
Cybotron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
K-Klass,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pole,
Harry Pussy,
The United States of America,
Infiniti,
Tom Boy,
Pierre Henry,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxette,
Avey Tare,
Kayak,
Funky Four + One,
The Zeros,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bronski Beat,
Nirvana,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Au Pairs,
The Vogues,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harpers Bizarre,
CMW,
Bill Near,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moss Icon,
Robert Wyatt,
ABBA,
Deepchord,
Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Royal Trux,
Subhumans,
Graham Central Station,
Rekid,
Alphaville,
Trumans Water,
The Fuzztones,
Eddi Front,
Harmonia,
Popol Vuh,
Warsaw,
The Happenings,
Scientists,
James White and The Blacks,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.