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 the UAE and from New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Flipper to the grime 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hasil Adkins,
Grey Daturas,
T. Rex,
Roger Hodgson,
Icehouse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deepchord,
AZ,
Gong,
Ultravox,
The Gories,
Black Moon,
Pere Ubu,
Warren Ellis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Grass Roots,
Depeche Mode,
Magma,
The Motions,
The Smiths,
Das Ding,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mantronix,
Franke,
Neil Young,
DJ Sneak,
Suburban Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dual Sessions,
Scratch Acid,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fall,
Panda Bear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Max Romeo,
T.S.O.L.,
Erasure,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harry Pussy,
Mark Hollis,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Green,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
F. McDonald,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Lynne,
Stiv Bators,
Quando Quango,
Nation of Ulysses,
This Heat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boz Scaggs,
Adolescents,
Spandau Ballet,
Aswad,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.