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 India and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Pulsallama to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Hill,
Anthony Braxton,
Ossler,
Peter & Gordon,
Goldenarms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cybotron,
Franke,
The Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smoke,
The Techniques,
The Busters,
Robert Görl,
Guru Guru,
This Heat,
Lou Christie,
Junior Murvin,
Vainqueur,
Wings,
The Mummies,
Soul II Soul,
Infiniti,
Bush Tetras,
Scratch Acid,
Mission of Burma,
Q65,
Lungfish,
John Foxx,
AZ,
Technova,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
John Lydon,
Shuggie Otis,
Mantronix,
Roger Hodgson,
Kayak,
Bauhaus,
Skriet,
Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Index,
Aloha Tigers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Steve Hackett,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
The Invisible,
Barry Ungar,
Peter and Kerry,
Nils Olav,
Main Source,
Public Enemy,
Barrington Levy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.