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 Liberia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Detroit Cobras 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Swell Maps,
Blake Baxter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Outsiders,
Bob Dylan,
The United States of America,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül,
Zero Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalann,
The American Breed,
The Count Five,
Ultra Naté,
The Litter,
The Fugs,
Depeche Mode,
Fela Kuti,
World's Most,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Infiniti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
The Zeros,
The Names,
Ten City,
The Stooges,
KRS-One,
Black Moon,
Gong,
Ronan,
The Happenings,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Near,
Reagan Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spoonie Gee,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Con Funk Shun,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gichy Dan,
David Bowie,
Desert Stars,
Icehouse,
Unwound,
The Move,
Frankie Knuckles,
Connie Case,
Sandy B,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed,
Cameo,
Motorama,
JFA,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.