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 Sierra Leone and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Whodini,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
The Fall,
Maurizio,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zapp,
Ohio Players,
The Misunderstood,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Beau Brummels,
Bauhaus,
Eli Mardock,
Flash Fearless,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dennis Brown,
Simply Red,
Janne Schatter,
Severed Heads,
Roxette,
Sound Behaviour,
The Techniques,
the Sonics,
Little Man,
Judy Mowatt,
The Selecter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Five Americans,
Roger Hodgson,
Bluetip,
Saccharine Trust,
The Remains,
This Heat,
UT,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
The Leaves,
Audionom,
ABBA,
Swell Maps,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gap Band,
John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fluxion,
Arab on Radar,
Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pretty Things,
The Victims,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.