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 Russia and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Siglo XX to the disco 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Rites of Spring,
Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Amazonics,
Swell Maps,
Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young,
Dawn Penn,
Janne Schatter,
Lalann,
The Star Department,
Joyce Sims,
Moebius,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flamin' Groovies,
U.S. Maple,
T. Rex,
The Gap Band,
Grauzone,
Jandek,
Gong,
Roger Hodgson,
The Buckinghams,
Moss Icon,
Ten City,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camouflage,
The Litter,
Roxette,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Hill,
Deakin,
June of 44,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Golliwogs,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Green,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Clear Light,
Intrusion,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun City Girls,
The Cowsills,
Drive Like Jehu,
Royal Trux,
The Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
Carl Craig,
K-Klass,
Organ,
Barrington Levy,
Supertramp,
Leonard Cohen,
Aural Exciters,
LL Cool J,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.