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 Liechtenstein and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Wolf Eyes to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kayak,
Terry Callier,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Almond,
Robert Wyatt,
Howard Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
Barrington Levy,
Eurythmics,
Steve Hackett,
Smog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Procol Harum,
The Motions,
Gang Green,
Reagan Youth,
Fluxion,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacques Brel,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter and Kerry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masters at Work,
Davy DMX,
Magazine,
Black Pus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moebius,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Severed Heads,
Jeff Lynne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxette,
Moby Grape,
Faraquet,
Mandrill,
L. Decosne,
Sällskapet,
Qualms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rotary Connection,
Wally Richardson,
Hasil Adkins,
Minor Threat,
John Foxx,
ABBA,
The Dead C,
Porter Ricks,
Fatback Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang On A Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Smooth,
Duran Duran,
Intrusion,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.