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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Michael McDonald 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 Procol Harum to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Bobby Sherman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fela Kuti,
Marvin Gaye,
Urselle,
Wasted Youth,
Q65,
Sister Nancy,
The Buckinghams,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soulsonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
Intrusion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moby Grape,
Absolute Body Control,
Talk Talk,
Saccharine Trust,
DNA,
Eve St. Jones,
Patti Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Ohio Players,
The Five Americans,
The American Breed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Can,
Roy Ayers,
Faust,
Matthew Bourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Freddie Wadling,
The Knickerbockers,
Archie Shepp,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Rotary Connection,
Babytalk,
Glenn Branca,
Radiopuhelimet,
E-Dancer,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lungfish,
Outsiders,
Ituana,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blues Magoos,
Supertramp,
Jeff Lynne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swans,
Jacob Miller,
Stetsasonic,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television Personalities,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.