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 Antigua and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nirvana to the funk 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Wasted Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Pantytec,
Qualms,
Kurtis Blow,
New Order,
Audionom,
Lindisfarne,
Scientists,
KRS-One,
The Invisible,
Colin Newman,
Ultra Naté,
Negative Approach,
Procol Harum,
Rotary Connection,
Quadrant,
Rites of Spring,
Deepchord,
The Motions,
Suburban Knight,
Supertramp,
Easy Going,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Porter Ricks,
The Mojo Men,
La Düsseldorf,
Funky Four + One,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cecil Taylor,
CMW,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Main Source,
Chrome,
Todd Rundgren,
Tears for Fears,
Intrusion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mr. Review,
X-102,
L. Decosne,
This Heat,
Ronan,
Excepter,
Bauhaus,
The Victims,
F. McDonald,
Dawn Penn,
The Flesh Eaters,
Can,
The Busters,
DJ Sneak,
The Five Americans,
Depeche Mode,
Skaos,
Scratch Acid,
Dark Day,
Section 25,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.