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 Romania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator 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 Moody Blues to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
Dawn Penn,
Vainqueur,
Grauzone,
Accadde A,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül II,
The Neon Judgement,
X-101,
Mission of Burma,
48th St. Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
Main Source,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alison Limerick,
Crooked Eye,
China Crisis,
Al Stewart,
Henry Cow,
Smog,
Donny Hathaway,
Nico,
Max Romeo,
Talk Talk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Clear Light,
Wally Richardson,
The Residents,
Make Up,
Vladislav Delay,
The Happenings,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wasted Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Maurizio,
Amazonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cybotron,
Easy Going,
Zero Boys,
Gong,
Scrapy,
The Associates,
Gang of Four,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Newcleus,
Qualms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gichy Dan,
Deadbeat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dave Clark Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zapp,
Skarface,
Curtis Mayfield,
These Immortal Souls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Howard Jones,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.