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 Ghana and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Silicon Teens to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Thompson Twins,
Excepter,
Ice-T,
Rotary Connection,
Youth Brigade,
The Victims,
48th St. Collective,
Don Cherry,
Joe Finger,
Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
a-ha,
Tubeway Army,
The Raincoats,
Silicon Teens,
The Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Durutti Column,
Model 500,
Scratch Acid,
Mission of Burma,
Sexual Harrassment,
Easy Going,
Peter & Gordon,
Von Mondo,
Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
Eddi Front,
Unwound,
The Gories,
The United States of America,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Byrd,
The Vogues,
Niagra,
Marc Almond,
Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stereo Dub,
The Gladiators,
Brothers Johnson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxy Music,
Scion,
Aswad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kas Product,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.