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 Syria and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Lindisfarne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Dead C,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
CMW,
Mr. Review,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radio Birdman,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
Hoover,
Maurizio,
Pantytec,
Newcleus,
the Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Hood,
June Days,
Monolake,
Camberwell Now,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
Goldenarms,
Whodini,
Nas,
Yazoo,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Normal,
World's Most,
X-101,
The American Breed,
Sexual Harrassment,
Janne Schatter,
Gichy Dan,
The Evens,
Public Enemy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cameo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joy Division,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Toasters,
Shuggie Otis,
The United States of America,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Severed Heads,
The Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
Roger Hodgson,
Funkadelic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.