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 Sweden and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Cosmic Jokers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Roger Hodgson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
FM Einheit,
Grauzone,
Brick,
Nik Kershaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gun Club,
Panda Bear,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Womack,
Skarface,
The Evens,
Grey Daturas,
Von Mondo,
Au Pairs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Terry,
Yellowson,
Vainqueur,
Adolescents,
David McCallum,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra,
The Young Rascals,
The Music Machine,
Organ,
The Durutti Column,
Das Ding,
Barrington Levy,
H. Thieme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Desert Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Carl Craig,
Susan Cadogan,
Brand Nubian,
JFA,
Flash Fearless,
Anakelly,
Flipper,
Ituana,
Matthew Bourne,
The Modern Lovers,
Urselle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joyce Sims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ice-T,
Joy Division,
Deepchord,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Parrish,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.