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 St Lucia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Leonard Cohen to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Bang On A Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Stooges,
Chrome,
Absolute Body Control,
EPMD,
Aloha Tigers,
Eli Mardock,
Technova,
Roxette,
New York Dolls,
John Foxx,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Halsall,
Roger Hodgson,
The Offenders,
Todd Rundgren,
the Sonics,
Little Man,
Ronan,
Boredoms,
Fluxion,
Circle Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rufus Thomas,
Delta 5,
Drexciya,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Duran Duran,
Tubeway Army,
Yusef Lateef,
Marc Almond,
Das Ding,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Certain Ratio,
Erasure,
Public Enemy,
Nik Kershaw,
Smog,
Lalann,
MDC,
Sugar Minott,
Interpol,
Warsaw,
This Heat,
Youth Brigade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stiv Bators,
Swell Maps,
Mark Hollis,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Seeds,
Darondo,
Iggy Pop,
Radio Birdman,
Crash Course in Science,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.