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 Madagascar and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 OOIOO to the electroclash 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Finger,
PIL,
Swell Maps,
Buzzcocks,
Deakin,
The Zeros,
Cameo,
Accadde A,
Eric Copeland,
Von Mondo,
DJ Style,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June Days,
Cal Tjader,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terry Callier,
Moss Icon,
Massinfluence,
Boredoms,
Fad Gadget,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Janne Schatter,
AZ,
The Gap Band,
Dark Day,
Cymande,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül,
Quando Quango,
Mr. Review,
Deepchord,
The Young Rascals,
Wings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radio Birdman,
Mad Mike,
Black Moon,
Marmalade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Symarip,
8 Eyed Spy,
Royal Trux,
the Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Modern Lovers,
A Certain Ratio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Albert Ayler,
John Cale,
Inner City,
Thompson Twins,
Skaos,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
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.