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 United States and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
ABBA,
The Skatalites,
The New Christs,
Lakeside,
Cluster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Moon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lungfish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alice Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Dolphy,
Joy Division,
Quadrant,
Silicon Teens,
The Smoke,
Basic Channel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Morten Harket,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Banda Bassotti,
Piero Umiliani,
Faraquet,
The Angels of Light,
June Days,
Yazoo,
Al Stewart,
Goldenarms,
Whodini,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
China Crisis,
Donny Hathaway,
Index,
Arcadia,
the Soft Cell,
The Wake,
The Blues Magoos,
The Buckinghams,
Hoover,
John Foxx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Black Dice,
Mark Hollis,
Ice-T,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül II,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pretty Things,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young,
Youth Brigade,
Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cymande,
Barbara Tucker,
The Selecter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grauzone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.