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 Belarus and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Blossom Toes,
Popol Vuh,
Rites of Spring,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tears for Fears,
Vladislav Delay,
Echospace,
Roxette,
X-102,
The Standells,
Crooked Eye,
Kurtis Blow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
L. Decosne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hardrive,
Absolute Body Control,
Make Up,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Sheep,
Flipper,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Isaac Hayes,
Livin' Joy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Whodini,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul II Soul,
Scion,
Marc Almond,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Normal,
Iggy Pop,
Faraquet,
The Buckinghams,
Supertramp,
Japan,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick May,
James White and The Blacks,
Urselle,
Ultravox,
Pussy Galore,
Infiniti,
Oblivians,
8 Eyed Spy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantaleimon,
The Grass Roots,
Spandau Ballet,
Heaven 17,
The Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
The Music Machine,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.