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 Guyana and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Clear Light to the disco 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Normal,
Sun City Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brothers Johnson,
the Slits,
The Cure,
Lakeside,
The Birthday Party,
The Mummies,
Clear Light,
Swans,
The Victims,
Angry Samoans,
Faraquet,
Inner City,
Malaria!,
The Cowsills,
L. Decosne,
Deepchord,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moody Blues,
Yaz,
Half Japanese,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Freddie Wadling,
Minny Pops,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hardrive,
Chris & Cosey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vladislav Delay,
Althea and Donna,
Sarah Menescal,
Steve Hackett,
The Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sixth Finger,
David Bowie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bluetip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
Con Funk Shun,
Brand Nubian,
Sugar Minott,
ABBA,
Joyce Sims,
Talk Talk,
Basic Channel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Sherman,
Judy Mowatt,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.