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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Fortunes,
Magma,
Stiv Bators,
Rufus Thomas,
Camouflage,
Sun Ra,
Howard Jones,
Niagra,
The Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Near,
Smog,
Yellowson,
John Coltrane,
Deakin,
Toni Rubio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Trojans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swell Maps,
Lindisfarne,
Henry Cow,
OOIOO,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flash Fearless,
Intrusion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Star Department,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q65,
Al Stewart,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The J.B.'s,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gabor Szabo,
Rites of Spring,
Faraquet,
The Leaves,
The Velvet Underground,
Eurythmics,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy Collins,
JFA,
Monolake,
The Barracudas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Searchers,
Brothers Johnson,
Boredoms,
Marine Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Tom Boy,
Make Up,
Dave Gahan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Wells,
The Skatalites,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.