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 France 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Visage,
Nick Fraelich,
B.T. Express,
Dual Sessions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television,
Slick Rick,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Young Rascals,
Warren Ellis,
Nirvana,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül II,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aswad,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lakeside,
The Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Idris Muhammad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neu!,
Malaria!,
Anthony Braxton,
Icehouse,
Skaos,
Kayak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Whodini,
Bang On A Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mojo Men,
Unwound,
Minny Pops,
Gichy Dan,
Main Source,
Scrapy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Happenings,
The Moleskins,
Radio Birdman,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Con Funk Shun,
ABC,
The Blackbyrds,
Roger Hodgson,
Tres Demented,
The Litter,
Can,
The Barracudas,
The Slackers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.