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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Doors to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Lynne,
Grauzone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scientists,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dead C,
Bobby Sherman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The J.B.'s,
Faust,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Human League,
Jacob Miller,
Ituana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monolake,
Laurel Aitken,
Kaleidoscope,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stetsasonic,
Pere Ubu,
Joensuu 1685,
Minny Pops,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Q and Not U,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Green,
Loose Ends,
JFA,
DJ Style,
Deepchord,
Deakin,
Swell Maps,
Maleditus Sound,
Neu!,
Lou Reed,
Al Stewart,
Vainqueur,
The Moleskins,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Teasers,
The Slackers,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suburban Knight,
Lindisfarne,
The Count Five,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Bob Dylan,
Pulsallama,
The Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lower 48,
Bill Near,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.