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 Kiribati and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Durutti Column to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shoche,
Black Sheep,
kango's stein massive,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxy Music,
Morten Harket,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marvin Gaye,
Metal Thangz,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young,
Joe Finger,
Barrington Levy,
Jawbox,
Sex Pistols,
The Gap Band,
This Heat,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Trumans Water,
Rapeman,
Slave,
Tommy Roe,
The Birthday Party,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spandau Ballet,
MC5,
The Pop Group,
The Music Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dawn Penn,
The Raincoats,
The Vogues,
Gastr Del Sol,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
The Barracudas,
The Stooges,
The Fall,
John Holt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Altered Images,
Slick Rick,
48th St. Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yazoo,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.