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 Mongolia and from London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 kango's stein massive to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Cluster,
Drexciya,
The Fall,
Warsaw,
Slave,
Stereo Dub,
Brick,
Mars,
Ten City,
Aloha Tigers,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Rundgren,
Carl Craig,
Nas,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pop Group,
Ralphi Rosario,
Franke,
Pole,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cybotron,
Stetsasonic,
Byron Stingily,
Subhumans,
Soul II Soul,
Chrome,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Holt,
Crime,
Mantronix,
Sam Rivers,
Severed Heads,
Qualms,
Mandrill,
R.M.O.,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Moon,
Piero Umiliani,
The Selecter,
Tears for Fears,
Susan Cadogan,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry's Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magma,
Con Funk Shun,
Funky Four + One,
Dead Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
UT,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Alton Ellis,
Nico,
Desert Stars,
Fugazi,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.