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 Pakistan and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fad Gadget to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Gang Green,
Negative Approach,
The Fall,
Theoretical Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Image Ltd.,
KRS-One,
Accadde A,
The Busters,
Scientists,
Barclay James Harvest,
F. McDonald,
Howard Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick May,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suburban Knight,
Khruangbin,
Piero Umiliani,
Godley & Creme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Saccharine Trust,
Outsiders,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeru the Damaja,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Lynne,
The Vogues,
Sarah Menescal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ice-T,
Infiniti,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doors,
Tubeway Army,
the Swans,
This Heat,
John Coltrane,
Mandrill,
Interpol,
Lungfish,
Dual Sessions,
The Techniques,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angry Samoans,
La Düsseldorf,
Stereo Dub,
Soul II Soul,
World's Most,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dennis Brown,
Rotary Connection,
Tommy Roe,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slackers,
Minny Pops,
Oblivians,
Jacob Miller,
Mars,
Leonard Cohen,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.