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 India and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Hasil Adkins to the techno 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Near,
Alice Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
Chris Corsano,
The Count Five,
Junior Murvin,
Grey Daturas,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Lynne,
Pussy Galore,
Hardrive,
The Tremeloes,
Franke,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Evens,
Fela Kuti,
Talk Talk,
Y Pants,
Mo-Dettes,
Nik Kershaw,
Sister Nancy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Carl Craig,
Interpol,
the Human League,
PIL,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funkadelic,
Moby Grape,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slackers,
Soft Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crime,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
CMW,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Panda Bear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dead C,
The Beau Brummels,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alison Limerick,
Roger Hodgson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Pus,
Fear,
Rotary Connection,
Von Mondo,
June Days,
The Motions,
Kurtis Blow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.