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 Syria and from London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Josef K to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mission of Burma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
The Grass Roots,
Steve Hackett,
Television Personalities,
Groovy Waters,
Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
JFA,
Altered Images,
Man Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Sheep,
The Birthday Party,
Fat Boys,
Oblivians,
Roxy Music,
Nico,
Mandrill,
The Fuzztones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sister Nancy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Letta Mbulu,
The Associates,
A Flock of Seagulls,
L. Decosne,
Sugar Minott,
Ituana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
Smog,
Blossom Toes,
Qualms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Victims,
Crash Course in Science,
Fluxion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Buckinghams,
Donald Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aswad,
Newcleus,
Minny Pops,
Neu!,
the Human League,
Faraquet,
Spoonie Gee,
Colin Newman,
Nick Fraelich,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mark Hollis,
Cheater Slicks,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers,
Joey Negro,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.