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 Japan and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Television Personalities to the rap 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Crooked Eye,
Max Romeo,
Soul II Soul,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sparks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Josef K,
The Remains,
Nico,
Tom Boy,
Jawbox,
The Fugs,
Scratch Acid,
Second Layer,
Symarip,
Lalann,
Rapeman,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Associates,
Faraquet,
The Fall,
Skriet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jandek,
Curtis Mayfield,
Patti Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Slave,
Freddie Wadling,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fela Kuti,
Archie Shepp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonic Youth,
The Cure,
Ludus,
Unrelated Segments,
Au Pairs,
X-Ray Spex,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liliput,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Names,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fad Gadget,
The Doors,
June of 44,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lakeside,
Carl Craig,
Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
In Retrospect,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
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.