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 Kazakhstan and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Bob Dylan 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Dark Day,
Soft Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fortunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Organ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kenny Larkin,
Royal Trux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
In Retrospect,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun City Girls,
E-Dancer,
The Vogues,
Black Bananas,
Cal Tjader,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quadrant,
Marvin Gaye,
Bad Manners,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Toasters,
Chris & Cosey,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Skatalites,
Massinfluence,
These Immortal Souls,
Urselle,
The Mojo Men,
Loose Ends,
Dennis Brown,
The Black Dice,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Womack,
John Coltrane,
Darondo,
Essential Logic,
The Star Department,
Bush Tetras,
The Gladiators,
Sound Behaviour,
the Human League,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Parry Music,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.