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 Nigeria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 kango's stein massive to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Chrome,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
James White and The Blacks,
Hashim,
Ronan,
Ossler,
Goldenarms,
Deakin,
Pantytec,
Television Personalities,
Simply Red,
UT,
Mark Hollis,
Youth Brigade,
The Dead C,
The Mummies,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers,
Roxette,
Flash Fearless,
Toni Rubio,
Shoche,
Lucky Dragons,
Brick,
Soul Sonic Force,
T. Rex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mission of Burma,
Henry Cow,
Blake Baxter,
Subhumans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Patti Smith,
The Associates,
Animal Collective,
Rekid,
Agitation Free,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ken Boothe,
the Human League,
Echospace,
Matthew Halsall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick May,
Dead Boys,
Ituana,
Graham Central Station,
Banda Bassotti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fatback Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Colin Newman,
the Soft Cell,
MC5,
John Lydon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Residents,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.