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 St Lucia and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Juan Atkins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Thee Headcoats,
T. Rex,
Matthew Halsall,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Near,
Jerry's Kids,
Supertramp,
Niagra,
Metal Thangz,
Bauhaus,
cv313,
Connie Case,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aaron Thompson,
Rakim,
UT,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
10cc,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faraquet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
The Offenders,
Unwound,
Ice-T,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pop Group,
The Slackers,
The Raincoats,
Godley & Creme,
Juan Atkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tres Demented,
Sandy B,
Maleditus Sound,
Carl Craig,
Inner City,
the Normal,
The Vogues,
Excepter,
Desert Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Motorama,
Fatback Band,
Steve Hackett,
Glenn Branca,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sparks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Guru Guru,
The Black Dice,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Panda Bear,
Loose Ends,
Brick,
Bill Wells,
The American Breed,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.