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 Chile and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
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 marimba 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 Monks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
E-Dancer,
The Music Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television Personalities,
Jacques Brel,
Skaos,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Gong,
Moebius,
Tres Demented,
The Divine Comedy,
Oblivians,
Metal Thangz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crooked Eye,
The Index,
Ludus,
Black Pus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lindisfarne,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Hood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terry Callier,
The Residents,
Derrick Morgan,
Scientists,
Los Fastidios,
Royal Trux,
The Dirtbombs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The United States of America,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Easy Going,
The Pretty Things,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
Scion,
The Human League,
Fela Kuti,
Pulsallama,
Archie Shepp,
the Slits,
Scrapy,
ABBA,
Drexciya,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Association,
The Move,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Duran Duran,
The Five Americans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gories,
Deakin,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.