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 Malawi and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang of Four to the grunge 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
X-Ray Spex,
10cc,
The Skatalites,
Aaron Thompson,
Cameo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cramps,
Buzzcocks,
Rod Modell,
Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Altered Images,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donny Hathaway,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lakeside,
Technova,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Accadde A,
The Busters,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Stooges,
Pylon,
The New Christs,
Smog,
Easy Going,
Niagra,
Donald Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
Brass Construction,
Section 25,
CMW,
Fluxion,
FM Einheit,
Skarface,
Joy Division,
The Associates,
Black Moon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul II Soul,
Absolute Body Control,
Japan,
Bill Wells,
Sugar Minott,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
China Crisis,
Eden Ahbez,
The Buckinghams,
Gong,
Talk Talk,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Colin Newman,
Massinfluence,
K-Klass,
Eric Dolphy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fat Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.