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 Bolivia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nico to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '60s 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 Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Livin' Joy,
Talk Talk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultravox,
Supertramp,
Fat Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sight & Sound,
The Dead C,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tres Demented,
Grey Daturas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vladislav Delay,
World's Most,
Depeche Mode,
ABC,
Stetsasonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Barracudas,
Cecil Taylor,
Cluster,
Monks,
Easy Going,
Iggy Pop,
Henry Cow,
Interpol,
H. Thieme,
Marc Almond,
Quantec,
T.S.O.L.,
Aaron Thompson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Velvet Underground,
Lower 48,
Camouflage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grauzone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joy Division,
the Soft Cell,
Yaz,
Reagan Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Swans,
Pole,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mandrill,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Symarip,
Donald Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
Ten City,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.