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 Singapore and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hasil Adkins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Blues Magoos,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Al Stewart,
The Searchers,
X-102,
Ornette Coleman,
OOIOO,
The Move,
Leonard Cohen,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Interpol,
Yazoo,
Fad Gadget,
Television,
T. Rex,
Drexciya,
Average White Band,
The Gun Club,
Sun City Girls,
Masters at Work,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fat Boys,
Oblivians,
Prince Buster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
In Retrospect,
This Heat,
Malaria!,
Deadbeat,
Godley & Creme,
Tears for Fears,
Darondo,
Steve Hackett,
the Swans,
Altered Images,
Michelle Simonal,
Spoonie Gee,
Rites of Spring,
Curtis Mayfield,
Half Japanese,
The Monochrome Set,
Loose Ends,
Suburban Knight,
Cameo,
Soulsonic Force,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
The Invisible,
David McCallum,
Underground Resistance,
Deepchord,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Tommy Roe,
Los Fastidios,
cv313,
Tubeway Army,
The Seeds,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.