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 Jordan and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Au Pairs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The American Breed,
Livin' Joy,
Altered Images,
The Names,
EPMD,
Be Bop Deluxe,
CMW,
Surgeon,
Al Stewart,
The New Christs,
The Human League,
Warsaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Almond,
The Gap Band,
Swell Maps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Darondo,
Nick Fraelich,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Tremeloes,
T. Rex,
Janne Schatter,
Kenny Larkin,
Agent Orange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gun Club,
Franke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shoche,
D'Angelo,
Icehouse,
Simply Red,
kango's stein massive,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang On A Can,
Tubeway Army,
Camberwell Now,
Dennis Brown,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sällskapet,
Arthur Verocai,
Subhumans,
Iggy Pop,
Zapp,
Section 25,
a-ha,
Stiv Bators,
Hot Snakes,
Quando Quango,
Spoonie Gee,
Accadde A,
Dark Day,
Blossom Toes,
Malaria!,
Khruangbin,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.