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 Egypt and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Quando Quango to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Starr,
Black Sheep,
Marine Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Flash Fearless,
Desert Stars,
Bluetip,
Hashim,
David Axelrod,
Donald Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sex Pistols,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young,
Marmalade,
AZ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roger Hodgson,
Althea and Donna,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donny Hathaway,
Moebius,
FM Einheit,
Pagans,
Qualms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantaleimon,
Soul II Soul,
Trumans Water,
Half Japanese,
Scrapy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nas,
Harry Pussy,
The Smoke,
D'Angelo,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Machine,
The New Christs,
Don Cherry,
Fatback Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slave,
The Gories,
Flipper,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zapp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quando Quango,
the Association,
Boredoms,
The Divine Comedy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Groovy Waters,
The Mojo Men,
Saccharine Trust,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.