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 Germany and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Roger Hodgson to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joey Negro,
Guru Guru,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerri Chandler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unrelated Segments,
Qualms,
Ornette Coleman,
Audionom,
Interpol,
Freddie Wadling,
Brothers Johnson,
Minny Pops,
Steve Hackett,
OOIOO,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neu!,
Das Ding,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Bananas,
Mission of Burma,
Juan Atkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-Ray Spex,
The American Breed,
The Durutti Column,
Radio Birdman,
Outsiders,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Almond,
Anthony Braxton,
Suburban Knight,
Bad Manners,
Pylon,
kango's stein massive,
The Young Rascals,
Kas Product,
Chris & Cosey,
Wire,
Scratch Acid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cameo,
Q and Not U,
Vladislav Delay,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anakelly,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young,
MC5,
Magazine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Livin' Joy,
Ten City,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.