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 Hungary and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Godley & Creme 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
The Pop Group,
The Move,
Little Man,
Cluster,
Albert Ayler,
Kurtis Blow,
Leonard Cohen,
Henry Cow,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smoke,
John Foxx,
The Velvet Underground,
The Raincoats,
The Cure,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacques Brel,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Teasers,
Black Flag,
Todd Rundgren,
Warren Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
Skaos,
The Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
Patti Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
KRS-One,
The Fall,
Rufus Thomas,
Mars,
the Association,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers,
Yusef Lateef,
Nik Kershaw,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Starr,
The Litter,
Loose Ends,
Model 500,
The Moody Blues,
Mo-Dettes,
Television Personalities,
Surgeon,
Flipper,
Eric Copeland,
The Flesh Eaters,
Basic Channel,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Offenders,
The Knickerbockers,
Au Pairs,
The Tremeloes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Negative Approach,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.