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 Ukraine and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lungfish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hardrive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
Agitation Free,
Donny Hathaway,
The Busters,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Bourne,
Tubeway Army,
Donald Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stiv Bators,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crash Course in Science,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Durutti Column,
Mandrill,
Supertramp,
Barry Ungar,
Von Mondo,
Half Japanese,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cowsills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agent Orange,
Gang Starr,
Mars,
Depeche Mode,
MDC,
Intrusion,
Panda Bear,
Chrome,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
DNA,
Danielle Patucci,
Popol Vuh,
Angry Samoans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T.S.O.L.,
Rites of Spring,
The Victims,
Sandy B,
Lucky Dragons,
Average White Band,
Schoolly D,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerri Chandler,
Bizarre Inc.,
10cc,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
The Gories,
Lightning Bolt,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.