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 Angola and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nils Olav to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
The Birthday Party,
Supertramp,
Suicide,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wally Richardson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Icehouse,
Funky Four + One,
Skaos,
The Vogues,
The Black Dice,
The Invisible,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kaleidoscope,
Ohio Players,
Trumans Water,
Easy Going,
Roxy Music,
Minny Pops,
MC5,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bob Dylan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonic Youth,
10cc,
Sugar Minott,
Minor Threat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Circle Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
Mad Mike,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
kango's stein massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donald Byrd,
Subhumans,
Minnie Riperton,
Althea and Donna,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monolake,
Dead Boys,
Deepchord,
Ultravox,
Johnny Clarke,
Massinfluence,
The Gories,
CMW,
Graham Central Station,
Ken Boothe,
Lindisfarne,
Bad Manners,
The Gun Club,
Ultra Naté,
The Index,
Black Bananas,
Warsaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.