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 Bangladesh and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Infiniti to the grime 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sound,
Funkadelic,
Dead Boys,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Techniques,
The Neon Judgement,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marshall Jefferson,
Q and Not U,
Das Ding,
Essential Logic,
Echospace,
John Holt,
The Red Krayola,
Malaria!,
Brothers Johnson,
Panda Bear,
Basic Channel,
DNA,
Al Stewart,
Eve St. Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül,
Masters at Work,
Lucky Dragons,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arcadia,
The Gladiators,
The Remains,
Spoonie Gee,
Cluster,
Aural Exciters,
Spandau Ballet,
Negative Approach,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Procol Harum,
Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Rundgren,
Thee Headcoats,
Gong,
Bill Wells,
Mr. Review,
This Heat,
Cymande,
Black Moon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Christie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Golliwogs,
Magma,
Camouflage,
Sex Pistols,
Babytalk,
Robert Wyatt,
Godley & Creme,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.