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 Saudi Arabia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Audionom to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
Half Japanese,
The Saints,
ABBA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fugazi,
The Durutti Column,
The Gun Club,
Moss Icon,
Jerry's Kids,
Brand Nubian,
Fatback Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sister Nancy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tres Demented,
Boredoms,
Skriet,
Pantaleimon,
John Holt,
The Knickerbockers,
Barrington Levy,
Scion,
Magma,
Roger Hodgson,
Spoonie Gee,
Guru Guru,
Alton Ellis,
Minutemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lower 48,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Wells,
Blossom Toes,
Donny Hathaway,
Yazoo,
Sällskapet,
Idris Muhammad,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Flesh Eaters,
Steve Hackett,
Country Teasers,
Tomorrow,
the Slits,
Second Layer,
Tim Buckley,
Massinfluence,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Clarke,
Metal Thangz,
X-Ray Spex,
Pole,
Maleditus Sound,
B.T. Express,
Quantec,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.