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 St Lucia and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gong to the electroclash 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
Connie Case,
Scan 7,
Sight & Sound,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül,
Nico,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Soft Cell,
Tears for Fears,
the Sonics,
Index,
The Martian,
kango's stein massive,
The Move,
Toni Rubio,
Country Teasers,
Danielle Patucci,
Harmonia,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Talk Talk,
The Star Department,
Roger Hodgson,
Moby Grape,
The Five Americans,
The Skatalites,
Youth Brigade,
Q and Not U,
Marine Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra,
The Victims,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dirtbombs,
Circle Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joe Finger,
Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
Swell Maps,
The Velvet Underground,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Malaria!,
T.S.O.L.,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Hardrive,
Shoche,
The Offenders,
OOIOO,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.