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 Finland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Subhumans to the rock 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Parry Music,
The Five Americans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sight & Sound,
The Dead C,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smiths,
The Selecter,
Agitation Free,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Silicon Teens,
Severed Heads,
Pere Ubu,
Scion,
Half Japanese,
Freddie Wadling,
The American Breed,
Faust,
Kaleidoscope,
ABC,
Monks,
Chris Corsano,
Organ,
Ornette Coleman,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Byrd,
Model 500,
Kerrie Biddell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacques Brel,
Blancmange,
Skarface,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Stooges,
Eurythmics,
Alphaville,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
Hoover,
The Neon Judgement,
Tres Demented,
The Index,
The Birthday Party,
The Buckinghams,
Althea and Donna,
Roxy Music,
Kayak,
The Velvet Underground,
Kas Product,
Altered Images,
Black Bananas,
The Angels of Light,
Spandau Ballet,
Buzzcocks,
a-ha,
Tommy Roe,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.