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 Latvia and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Tubeway Army to the funk 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Normal,
Andrew Hill,
The Durutti Column,
Cybotron,
Heaven 17,
Von Mondo,
Minutemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rotary Connection,
Jandek,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Surgeon,
Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
KRS-One,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joy Division,
Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
Junior Murvin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smoke,
The Associates,
Loose Ends,
David McCallum,
Marine Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Qualms,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronnie Foster,
China Crisis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Connie Case,
Ice-T,
Ossler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magma,
Dark Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
Henry Cow,
Skaos,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blackbyrds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Steve Hackett,
Harry Pussy,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
Zapp,
Boredoms,
Eric Dolphy,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.