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 Liechtenstein and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Cluster to the jazz 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Brick,
Youth Brigade,
The Moody Blues,
Eve St. Jones,
The Invisible,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Icehouse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rotary Connection,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funkadelic,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Style,
Little Man,
Nation of Ulysses,
48th St. Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Brand Nubian,
Isaac Hayes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moleskins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sight & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Infiniti,
Barrington Levy,
Erasure,
Tom Boy,
Black Sheep,
The Grass Roots,
Alison Limerick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Ponytail,
Max Romeo,
Boz Scaggs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Outsiders,
Ludus,
Peter & Gordon,
Sarah Menescal,
Reagan Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dead Boys,
The New Christs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kaleidoscope,
Excepter,
Half Japanese,
Arthur Verocai,
Cal Tjader,
Y Pants,
The Black Dice,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Teasers,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.