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 Zimbabwe and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Todd Terry to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Suburban Knight,
Oblivians,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thee Headcoats,
Swell Maps,
Danielle Patucci,
Siglo XX,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Popol Vuh,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Machine,
Quantec,
Pere Ubu,
The Sound,
Chrome,
Trumans Water,
Sällskapet,
CMW,
Guru Guru,
Dennis Brown,
Sandy B,
Negative Approach,
Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
Zero Boys,
Nas,
Johnny Clarke,
Nils Olav,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Banda Bassotti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bad Manners,
Tears for Fears,
E-Dancer,
Deakin,
Magazine,
The Birthday Party,
Section 25,
Max Romeo,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hashim,
Surgeon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Angels of Light,
Yaz,
Joensuu 1685,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Cale,
Q65,
Talk Talk,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.