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 Comoros and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Joensuu 1685 to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Sällskapet,
Nico,
Darondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cybotron,
Funkadelic,
K-Klass,
Prince Buster,
Stereo Dub,
Accadde A,
Warsaw,
Sam Rivers,
Dennis Brown,
MDC,
Sister Nancy,
Magma,
Talk Talk,
Funky Four + One,
The Martian,
Fear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unwound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
The Divine Comedy,
Interpol,
Ultravox,
Iggy Pop,
Nik Kershaw,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Terry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Red Krayola,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Victims,
Cameo,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pere Ubu,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Sherman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harmonia,
Ken Boothe,
Guru Guru,
Simply Red,
Archie Shepp,
Man Parrish,
Q65,
R.M.O.,
The Golliwogs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Intrusion,
Arcadia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agitation Free,
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.