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 Haiti and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Morten Harket to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
World's Most,
John Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
The Leaves,
Davy DMX,
Animal Collective,
Desert Stars,
Talk Talk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Vogues,
Scrapy,
Livin' Joy,
The Last Poets,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Pus,
Faust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visage,
Dead Boys,
Suicide,
Massinfluence,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Dave Gahan,
Spoonie Gee,
the Normal,
Masters at Work,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cymande,
Clear Light,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Hood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Half Japanese,
Cybotron,
Steve Hackett,
Bush Tetras,
The Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gap Band,
Cameo,
Q and Not U,
Fatback Band,
Max Romeo,
Hoover,
Wolf Eyes,
The Knickerbockers,
Tres Demented,
Kerri Chandler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Negative Approach,
Scion,
Pagans,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Urselle,
Gabor Szabo,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.