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 Mexico and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Agent Orange to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Average White Band,
Buzzcocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Absolute Body Control,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Talk Talk,
John Holt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pierre Henry,
Lungfish,
Josef K,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rod Modell,
Scan 7,
Bronski Beat,
Moby Grape,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arcadia,
Eli Mardock,
Rites of Spring,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Make Up,
Mandrill,
Bill Wells,
Technova,
Don Cherry,
the Swans,
Henry Cow,
The Dead C,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
Radio Birdman,
The Velvet Underground,
Saccharine Trust,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smoke,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Womack,
Eddi Front,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scientists,
Blake Baxter,
Eurythmics,
Essential Logic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Graham Central Station,
Slave,
Barbara Tucker,
Wings,
UT,
Kerrie Biddell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soulsonic Force,
Half Japanese,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.