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 Australia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alarm Clocks to the dance 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swell Maps,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Niagra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grauzone,
Robert Görl,
Kerrie Biddell,
The New Christs,
James White and The Blacks,
Rufus Thomas,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Mills,
The Slackers,
Sound Behaviour,
Q and Not U,
Josef K,
Godley & Creme,
Blossom Toes,
Funky Four + One,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang On A Can,
Prince Buster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Hood,
Davy DMX,
The Searchers,
Marvin Gaye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül II,
The Martian,
Moebius,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moby Grape,
Ice-T,
The Moody Blues,
Sam Rivers,
The Index,
Eddi Front,
Laurel Aitken,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MC5,
Funkadelic,
Talk Talk,
Quando Quango,
Letta Mbulu,
the Association,
Jerry's Kids,
Skriet,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Lynne,
Leonard Cohen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.