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 Norway and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Marvin Gaye to the punk 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '60s 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 Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Delta 5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Osbourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mojo Men,
Arab on Radar,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
U.S. Maple,
The Five Americans,
Roxy Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Desert Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lucky Dragons,
Y Pants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joensuu 1685,
Skriet,
Sister Nancy,
The Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flash Fearless,
Arthur Verocai,
The Angels of Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Outsiders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sandy B,
A Certain Ratio,
Minny Pops,
Dark Day,
Maleditus Sound,
Intrusion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
B.T. Express,
The Associates,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faraquet,
Moby Grape,
Sarah Menescal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barry Ungar,
Brass Construction,
Cal Tjader,
Symarip,
Goldenarms,
Mantronix,
Patti Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
The Birthday Party,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.