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 Kosovo and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Human League to the grime 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Banda Bassotti,
Easy Going,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rosa Yemen,
Quadrant,
Unwound,
Camouflage,
Nas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Coltrane,
Sight & Sound,
Excepter,
Alice Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
Popol Vuh,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Bowie,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Leaves,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Teasers,
The Real Kids,
Laurel Aitken,
Section 25,
Leonard Cohen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Essential Logic,
Tommy Roe,
Lyres,
The Golliwogs,
Second Layer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
Minutemen,
Heaven 17,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
JFA,
Joey Negro,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alphaville,
Whodini,
Morten Harket,
Desert Stars,
Max Romeo,
Nick Fraelich,
Colin Newman,
Funkadelic,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.