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 Cyprus and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Audionom to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skaos,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eden Ahbez,
Lightning Bolt,
Faraquet,
Wings,
Porter Ricks,
Absolute Body Control,
Harpers Bizarre,
DNA,
Mandrill,
Michelle Simonal,
Alton Ellis,
Eurythmics,
Man Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Sneak,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Flag,
MDC,
CMW,
Aural Exciters,
Joy Division,
the Sonics,
Cluster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacques Brel,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Buckinghams,
Bluetip,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers,
Sound Behaviour,
Grauzone,
Rekid,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Sheep,
Ludus,
The Toasters,
Glenn Branca,
Warsaw,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Terry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cybotron,
Lungfish,
K-Klass,
Visage,
The Music Machine,
The Star Department,
Delta 5,
The Smiths,
Quando Quango,
Letta Mbulu,
Mark Hollis,
Cymande,
Goldenarms,
Darondo,
Avey Tare,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ohio Players,
Soft Machine,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.