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 Somalia and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 This Heat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
The Busters,
the Bar-Kays,
Crash Course in Science,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dennis Brown,
Negative Approach,
Gang Starr,
The Star Department,
a-ha,
PIL,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül II,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Y Pants,
Pole,
Danielle Patucci,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Order,
Juan Atkins,
Hashim,
New Age Steppers,
Judy Mowatt,
Blake Baxter,
Khruangbin,
Animal Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Absolute Body Control,
Yazoo,
Fear,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Halsall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marvin Gaye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Fraelich,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sonics,
The Wake,
Loose Ends,
Rotary Connection,
Cymande,
Sound Behaviour,
Youth Brigade,
David Bowie,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young,
The Tremeloes,
The Invisible,
Robert Wyatt,
Tommy Roe,
the Sonics,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.