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 San Marino and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Qualms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Certain Ratio,
Bauhaus,
The Buckinghams,
Easy Going,
Tubeway Army,
Alice Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Bourne,
David Axelrod,
Radiopuhelimet,
Supertramp,
Suicide,
Flash Fearless,
Graham Central Station,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Associates,
The Gories,
Masters at Work,
L. Decosne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Youth Brigade,
The Standells,
cv313,
The Count Five,
John Foxx,
Radio Birdman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cowsills,
Gichy Dan,
Essential Logic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hashim,
John Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moebius,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Freddie Wadling,
Judy Mowatt,
Drexciya,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiohead,
Ohio Players,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.