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 United Kingdom and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Ultravox to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Moby Grape,
UT,
Neil Young,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed,
Pussy Galore,
Al Stewart,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wasted Youth,
Main Source,
Rites of Spring,
Jacob Miller,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Sherman,
Essential Logic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Japan,
D'Angelo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
Q and Not U,
The Cowsills,
Janne Schatter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ken Boothe,
Metal Thangz,
Archie Shepp,
Agent Orange,
Youth Brigade,
Bauhaus,
Marmalade,
MDC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sonics,
Erasure,
Dave Gahan,
Freddie Wadling,
Pagans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Icehouse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Enemy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
The Martian,
Gang Starr,
Wally Richardson,
Franke,
Byron Stingily,
Moss Icon,
Chrome,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultravox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.