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 Guyana and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Q65 to the electroclash 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Yellowson,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mummies,
Groovy Waters,
L. Decosne,
Quantec,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Selecter,
La Düsseldorf,
Unwound,
Arcadia,
Terry Callier,
The Kinks,
Massinfluence,
The Happenings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liliput,
Hot Snakes,
The Stooges,
Pierre Henry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skarface,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moleskins,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Flag,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sällskapet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Janne Schatter,
Pantytec,
Heaven 17,
Das Ding,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Green,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Curtis Mayfield,
James White and The Blacks,
Boredoms,
Iggy Pop,
Black Pus,
MDC,
Khruangbin,
Flipper,
Oneida,
Scratch Acid,
The Smoke,
Magazine,
The Invisible,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Audionom,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.