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 Uzbekistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Ultravox to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Jeff Lynne,
Neu!,
Bill Near,
Wings,
The Doors,
The Moleskins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lyres,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Hood,
New Age Steppers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blancmange,
Yellowson,
Andrew Hill,
Deepchord,
Kurtis Blow,
Simply Red,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Last Poets,
Jawbox,
Mark Hollis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slackers,
Toni Rubio,
Excepter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kenny Larkin,
MDC,
X-102,
Derrick Morgan,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brick,
Roxy Music,
Smog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
Fat Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Holt,
Henry Cow,
Jacob Miller,
Fear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Human League,
Bill Wells,
Radiohead,
Dawn Penn,
Babytalk,
the Association,
The Red Krayola,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scrapy,
The Dead C,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.