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 Croatia 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rock 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Das Ding,
Kas Product,
Can,
Theoretical Girls,
K-Klass,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dead Boys,
Pylon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reagan Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
Minor Threat,
Scan 7,
Sound Behaviour,
Kayak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mojo Men,
Prince Buster,
The Fortunes,
Malaria!,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
Ken Boothe,
Pulsallama,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smiths,
Alice Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
Black Bananas,
Brass Construction,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Cybotron,
Nas,
Henry Cow,
Maurizio,
Matthew Bourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bronski Beat,
Gang of Four,
X-102,
Man Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
Lakeside,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alton Ellis,
The Toasters,
Sam Rivers,
Delta 5,
Al Stewart,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thee Headcoats,
Janne Schatter,
Kaleidoscope,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.