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 Uruguay and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 AZ to the funk 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Graham Central Station,
Fluxion,
Crispian St. Peters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Lynne,
Animal Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
Easy Going,
John Foxx,
The Associates,
Scan 7,
Kurtis Blow,
Aural Exciters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television,
Black Bananas,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wings,
Quando Quango,
Warsaw,
Robert Görl,
Piero Umiliani,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maleditus Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Niagra,
The New Christs,
Sugar Minott,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joey Negro,
Unrelated Segments,
Duran Duran,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cowsills,
Malaria!,
The Young Rascals,
Anthony Braxton,
Howard Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
Spandau Ballet,
Inner City,
Skriet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yusef Lateef,
Drexciya,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Barracudas,
Swell Maps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ten City,
Henry Cow,
Morten Harket,
Television Personalities,
Cheater Slicks,
Icehouse,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.