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 Nigeria and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Suburban Knight to the techno 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Eurythmics,
Swell Maps,
David McCallum,
John Lydon,
Japan,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young,
10cc,
The Music Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Shoche,
Patti Smith,
Newcleus,
The Happenings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Parry Music,
Robert Wyatt,
Bush Tetras,
Soulsonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cramps,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Circle Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
Spandau Ballet,
Josef K,
Minutemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sugar Minott,
Easy Going,
The Velvet Underground,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Gabor Szabo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Parrish,
X-102,
The American Breed,
Jandek,
The Kinks,
Rufus Thomas,
Fear,
Wally Richardson,
Oneida,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Youth Brigade,
The Angels of Light,
Al Stewart,
Marmalade,
Nas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camberwell Now,
Heaven 17,
Altered Images,
Scientists,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.