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 Serbia and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Flash Fearless,
Theoretical Girls,
Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marine Girls,
David Bowie,
Piero Umiliani,
Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lower 48,
PIL,
The Sound,
Robert Hood,
Brick,
Television Personalities,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacques Brel,
Absolute Body Control,
The Young Rascals,
Television,
OOIOO,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reuben Wilson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Technova,
The J.B.'s,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mary Jane Girls,
Byron Stingily,
The Wake,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alphaville,
Joensuu 1685,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sixth Finger,
Lalann,
Kevin Saunderson,
Average White Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Colin Newman,
Harry Pussy,
Ossler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funky Four + One,
Hot Snakes,
AZ,
The American Breed,
Graham Central Station,
The Fall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Traffic Nightmare,
Pole,
Gong,
Tubeway Army,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.