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 Senegal and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dave Gahan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tubeway Army,
Loose Ends,
K-Klass,
The Busters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Sixth Finger,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anakelly,
Wings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Con Funk Shun,
The Leaves,
Morten Harket,
Joe Smooth,
Public Image Ltd.,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül II,
Quadrant,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Barracudas,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
The Selecter,
Porter Ricks,
The Evens,
The Searchers,
The Gladiators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Interpol,
The Move,
Joyce Sims,
Flash Fearless,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camouflage,
Don Cherry,
Babytalk,
Marmalade,
Mark Hollis,
The Human League,
Bush Tetras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
kango's stein massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harry Pussy,
Sight & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Cluster,
The Trojans,
The Doors,
Bluetip,
DNA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.