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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 Scientists to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Joy Division,
Urselle,
Gerry Rafferty,
Davy DMX,
The Knickerbockers,
The Last Poets,
Babytalk,
Laurel Aitken,
Leonard Cohen,
Kurtis Blow,
Marvin Gaye,
David Bowie,
Wally Richardson,
Main Source,
Cameo,
Amazonics,
Kerri Chandler,
Yaz,
Joensuu 1685,
Hasil Adkins,
Groovy Waters,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Divine Comedy,
Nik Kershaw,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Lynne,
The Angels of Light,
The Wake,
H. Thieme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick May,
The Cure,
Tim Buckley,
Scratch Acid,
Minor Threat,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aaron Thompson,
Subhumans,
Glambeats Corp.,
World's Most,
June Days,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry's Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gladiators,
The Kinks,
Toni Rubio,
Carl Craig,
ABBA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Adolescents,
Buzzcocks,
Thompson Twins,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy Collins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.