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 Monaco and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fuzztones to the dance 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Piero Umiliani,
Sister Nancy,
Basic Channel,
Warsaw,
The Monks,
The Offenders,
The Raincoats,
Pulsallama,
The Happenings,
Barbara Tucker,
Severed Heads,
Ituana,
Zero Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
These Immortal Souls,
Intrusion,
Glenn Branca,
New Age Steppers,
The Moleskins,
Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
Unrelated Segments,
Lyres,
Albert Ayler,
Niagra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Talk Talk,
Groovy Waters,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Starr,
Godley & Creme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter and Kerry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yazoo,
Tommy Roe,
The Five Americans,
Jawbox,
Lee Hazlewood,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Sonics,
Bill Wells,
Moss Icon,
Tres Demented,
DJ Sneak,
Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Franke,
Y Pants,
Yaz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Negative Approach,
Soul II Soul,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alton Ellis,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.