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 Georgia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Arab on Radar to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Yaz,
Dark Day,
Television Personalities,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vainqueur,
The Cure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry's Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Starr,
Gang Gang Dance,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott Heron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
OOIOO,
This Heat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Toni Rubio,
The Gun Club,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hoover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Average White Band,
the Association,
Eric B and Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun City Girls,
Second Layer,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gories,
Amazonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Foxx,
Neil Young,
The Count Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Harmonia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minor Threat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Moon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flash Fearless,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arab on Radar,
These Immortal Souls,
Scion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.