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 Pakistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Joe Smooth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Stooges,
Janne Schatter,
Rekid,
Tears for Fears,
A Certain Ratio,
Q65,
Quantec,
Dorothy Ashby,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun City Girls,
The Fortunes,
EPMD,
Cal Tjader,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rufus Thomas,
Niagra,
The Evens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oneida,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wally Richardson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Babytalk,
The Walker Brothers,
Aswad,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Smog,
Ultimate Spinach,
Depeche Mode,
Gichy Dan,
Parry Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drexciya,
Marmalade,
Visage,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
ABBA,
Monolake,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Searchers,
Throbbing Gristle,
JFA,
Prince Buster,
Swell Maps,
D'Angelo,
Dawn Penn,
Cluster,
The Associates,
Newcleus,
Fat Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold 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.