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 Togo and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Letta Mbulu to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Saints,
The Mojo Men,
Ponytail,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Human League,
Stereo Dub,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lindisfarne,
The Toasters,
Suicide,
Lower 48,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Black Dice,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-102,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Angels of Light,
The Litter,
Amon Düül,
Yazoo,
Bang On A Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hardrive,
Procol Harum,
Outsiders,
Symarip,
The Moody Blues,
Nas,
The Kinks,
Arcadia,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fugs,
Quantec,
This Heat,
Lou Reed,
Kurtis Blow,
Lyres,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
John Foxx,
New Age Steppers,
Youth Brigade,
Blancmange,
The Vogues,
Alice Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Green,
Minny Pops,
Max Romeo,
The Fortunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rekid,
Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Half Japanese,
The Evens,
Interpol,
The Five Americans,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.