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 Azerbaijan and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 The Martian to the punk 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Davy DMX,
Trumans Water,
The Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pulsallama,
Eric Copeland,
Eric B and Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
Sällskapet,
The Angels of Light,
Sam Rivers,
Heaven 17,
Arthur Verocai,
Joy Division,
Bad Manners,
Half Japanese,
48th St. Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Masters at Work,
Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
Hardrive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crime,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Motions,
The Pop Group,
The Beau Brummels,
Maleditus Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cal Tjader,
Faraquet,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick Morgan,
Essential Logic,
Alice Coltrane,
The Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
Wire,
Nirvana,
David Axelrod,
Chrome,
Pagans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deepchord,
Second Layer,
Kurtis Blow,
Neu!,
The Real Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Normal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Fraelich,
Pylon,
Shuggie Otis,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.