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 Egypt and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rock 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Mission of Burma,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Terry,
Althea and Donna,
X-102,
Bauhaus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blues Magoos,
Scrapy,
Brand Nubian,
Inner City,
Black Moon,
The Techniques,
The Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
Byron Stingily,
The Doors,
Popol Vuh,
X-Ray Spex,
Essential Logic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lindisfarne,
June Days,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ludus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
David McCallum,
Radiohead,
Steve Hackett,
Angry Samoans,
The Offenders,
Ronnie Foster,
Anthony Braxton,
Wire,
Blancmange,
U.S. Maple,
John Foxx,
Marvin Gaye,
Sarah Menescal,
David Bowie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Saints,
Camouflage,
Dennis Brown,
Quadrant,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlback,
Groovy Waters,
Adolescents,
Gong,
Television Personalities,
Freddie Wadling,
Yaz,
Black Bananas,
48th St. Collective,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.