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 Benin and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kaleidoscope to the techno 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
Wally Richardson,
Patti Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fortunes,
New Age Steppers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Tremeloes,
Can,
The Red Krayola,
Al Stewart,
Icehouse,
Eli Mardock,
Faust,
Rufus Thomas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Remains,
Radio Birdman,
Boredoms,
Quantec,
Nirvana,
the Bar-Kays,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bluetip,
Terry Callier,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barrington Levy,
Leonard Cohen,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kaleidoscope,
The Searchers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Iggy Pop,
Sex Pistols,
Spoonie Gee,
ABBA,
Aural Exciters,
Magma,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oneida,
Blancmange,
The Pop Group,
Pierre Henry,
The Count Five,
Blake Baxter,
David McCallum,
Steve Hackett,
Easy Going,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.