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 Belgium and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sun City Girls to the rock 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Kerri Chandler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alphaville,
The Victims,
U.S. Maple,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kayak,
Public Enemy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABC,
The Cure,
The Gladiators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Marine Girls,
Nas,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
MDC,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Certain Ratio,
a-ha,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pole,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultra Naté,
Scan 7,
Malaria!,
Sonic Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television Personalities,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sugar Minott,
Masters at Work,
Quantec,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wings,
The Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.