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 Bolivia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Divine Comedy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Niagra,
The Modern Lovers,
Ituana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lucky Dragons,
Urselle,
Icehouse,
Fear,
Eurythmics,
The Gap Band,
Fela Kuti,
the Swans,
Avey Tare,
the Human League,
Bootsy Collins,
Josef K,
The Vogues,
The Detroit Cobras,
Essential Logic,
Jacob Miller,
Depeche Mode,
L. Decosne,
Lungfish,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Prince Buster,
Model 500,
June Days,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxette,
This Heat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erykah Badu,
Audionom,
Ice-T,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Don Cherry,
Blancmange,
Siglo XX,
Alice Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Buzzcocks,
The Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalann,
Rapeman,
One Last Wish,
Sight & Sound,
Pylon,
The Monochrome Set,
A Certain Ratio,
Babytalk,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.