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 Solomon Islands and from London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 the Soft Cell to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Howard Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gladiators,
MC5,
Roxy Music,
the Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
PIL,
Grey Daturas,
Warren Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hot Snakes,
Josef K,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mummies,
Ultravox,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantytec,
10cc,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slick Rick,
Barrington Levy,
Tubeway Army,
Kerri Chandler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kas Product,
Scratch Acid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Starr,
Sound Behaviour,
Scan 7,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Busters,
Swell Maps,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul II Soul,
Harry Pussy,
The Move,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Trojans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Music Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Terry,
Kayak,
Althea and Donna,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun City Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wings,
Bill Wells,
Cecil Taylor,
Thompson Twins,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.