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 Jordan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 The Divine Comedy to the grime 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Rundgren,
Clear Light,
One Last Wish,
The Cure,
ABC,
The American Breed,
Adolescents,
Ossler,
Hot Snakes,
The Golliwogs,
Josef K,
F. McDonald,
Kayak,
June Days,
Roy Ayers,
The Gladiators,
Ice-T,
Surgeon,
Eli Mardock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun City Girls,
The Vogues,
The Evens,
Iggy Pop,
Steve Hackett,
Boredoms,
Ronnie Foster,
Camouflage,
Eric B and Rakim,
Das Ding,
the Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
Motorama,
Arcadia,
Jandek,
The Buckinghams,
CMW,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zero Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lakeside,
Tomorrow,
a-ha,
Alton Ellis,
Outsiders,
Organ,
The Standells,
Leonard Cohen,
The Litter,
Bill Near,
The Blues Magoos,
Severed Heads,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echospace,
Schoolly D,
The Walker Brothers,
Malaria!,
Susan Cadogan,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.