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 Venezuela and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Swans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
D'Angelo,
Derrick Morgan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Organ,
The Knickerbockers,
Swans,
Massinfluence,
John Coltrane,
The Mummies,
The Toasters,
EPMD,
Scion,
Crime,
Howard Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fear,
The Buckinghams,
Piero Umiliani,
The Trojans,
The Beau Brummels,
Supertramp,
Ponytail,
Max Romeo,
DJ Sneak,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Young Marble Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
Letta Mbulu,
Idris Muhammad,
The Names,
Altered Images,
Marmalade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Order,
Pet Shop Boys,
Intrusion,
The Count Five,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sound Behaviour,
Ludus,
Roger Hodgson,
Alphaville,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra,
Dawn Penn,
Motorama,
Laurel Aitken,
OOIOO,
Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bob Dylan,
One Last Wish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Raincoats,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.