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 Korea North and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
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 arpeggiator 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 Spandau Ballet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Gong,
Avey Tare,
Second Layer,
Suburban Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
Ornette Coleman,
Suicide,
Scion,
Interpol,
Main Source,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Newcleus,
The Remains,
Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donny Hathaway,
Ken Boothe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Babytalk,
Andrew Hill,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick May,
The Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Tom Boy,
L. Decosne,
Subhumans,
Robert Wyatt,
The Motions,
Jeff Lynne,
Loose Ends,
The Red Krayola,
In Retrospect,
The Victims,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantaleimon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
the Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cameo,
Boredoms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skaos,
Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
Neu!,
Magma,
Magazine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gichy Dan,
Bluetip,
F. McDonald,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.