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 Sri Lanka and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Vladislav Delay to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boredoms,
Joe Smooth,
Second Layer,
Visage,
Ponytail,
Suicide,
Alphaville,
The Sound,
Sun Ra,
Gang of Four,
X-Ray Spex,
Half Japanese,
Pantaleimon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dark Day,
Spandau Ballet,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fluxion,
Bootsy Collins,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swans,
E-Dancer,
Darondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Buckinghams,
The Martian,
Henry Cow,
Minnie Riperton,
Zapp,
Minor Threat,
Quadrant,
Crash Course in Science,
Fela Kuti,
Hoover,
Rufus Thomas,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Reuben Wilson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Negative Approach,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television Personalities,
10cc,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Black Moon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Easy Going,
D'Angelo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glambeats Corp.,
Basic Channel,
Organ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.