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 Bahrain and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sixth Finger to the jazz 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Mandrill,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fat Boys,
The Zeros,
DJ Sneak,
Laurel Aitken,
FM Einheit,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pretty Things,
Unrelated Segments,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Association,
The Walker Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Clarke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
In Retrospect,
The Standells,
Altered Images,
PIL,
Bill Wells,
Delon & Dalcan,
Delta 5,
Neu!,
The United States of America,
Echospace,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Lynne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Absolute Body Control,
Urselle,
Flipper,
Essential Logic,
Bang On A Can,
Judy Mowatt,
Camouflage,
Yaz,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott Heron,
10cc,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skarface,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonic Youth,
Public Enemy,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Severed Heads,
Sam Rivers,
Guru Guru,
Derrick May,
The Fugs,
Rufus Thomas,
The Grass Roots,
The Neon Judgement,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.