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 Togo and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Derrick Morgan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
Faust,
The Happenings,
Lalann,
Harmonia,
Brass Construction,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
Henry Cow,
Symarip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minny Pops,
Tres Demented,
Roxy Music,
The Walker Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moleskins,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Searchers,
Blake Baxter,
Flipper,
Harry Pussy,
Maleditus Sound,
Sällskapet,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young,
Derrick Morgan,
The Trojans,
Bobby Byrd,
Smog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Wyatt,
the Slits,
AZ,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cure,
Aural Exciters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eve St. Jones,
Stetsasonic,
Sight & Sound,
Lungfish,
Graham Central Station,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Porter Ricks,
Sun City Girls,
Reagan Youth,
F. McDonald,
Harpers Bizarre,
B.T. Express,
The Barracudas,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.