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 Peru and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Buckinghams 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Eli Mardock,
The Fuzztones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camouflage,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fluxion,
The Evens,
D'Angelo,
Lou Christie,
Lalann,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MDC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aaron Thompson,
Bill Wells,
Michelle Simonal,
Organ,
Zero Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pussy Galore,
Brick,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Style,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Almond,
Cal Tjader,
The Mummies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flipper,
Los Fastidios,
Leonard Cohen,
John Lydon,
Lower 48,
Section 25,
Scott Walker,
Yusef Lateef,
Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marmalade,
Tubeway Army,
Scientists,
Chris Corsano,
The Remains,
Danielle Patucci,
Godley & Creme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Das Ding,
Yaz,
Sound Behaviour,
Steve Hackett,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Halsall,
Crooked Eye,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.