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 Taiwan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Essential Logic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Rotary Connection,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Crash Course in Science,
Oblivians,
Q and Not U,
LL Cool J,
Maurizio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
La Düsseldorf,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris Corsano,
Trumans Water,
Von Mondo,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quando Quango,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nils Olav,
Cybotron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spoonie Gee,
Mantronix,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Germs,
Eli Mardock,
Yaz,
MDC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chrome,
Nas,
Johnny Clarke,
Tres Demented,
Albert Ayler,
the Association,
Liliput,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Skatalites,
Gang Green,
Erykah Badu,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Beau Brummels,
Brothers Johnson,
Marvin Gaye,
Guru Guru,
The Techniques,
Los Fastidios,
Isaac Hayes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter & Gordon,
Faust,
Eddi Front,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.