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 Costa Rica and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Roxy Music to the rap 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Carl Craig,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alphaville,
Tim Buckley,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Newcleus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sparks,
Eric Dolphy,
Pere Ubu,
The Residents,
Y Pants,
Ronan,
The Barracudas,
Parry Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slits,
Joe Finger,
OOIOO,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fall,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
Eddi Front,
Man Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flash Fearless,
The Trojans,
The Golliwogs,
Amazonics,
The Black Dice,
Dead Boys,
Fela Kuti,
The Real Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Moebius,
Tears for Fears,
The Stooges,
Nas,
The Leaves,
The J.B.'s,
Josef K,
Zapp,
Black Bananas,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers,
Pulsallama,
Excepter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Niagra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maurizio,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.