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 Jordan and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ronnie Foster to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Almond,
The Walker Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Rotary Connection,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Birthday Party,
Mad Mike,
Nick Fraelich,
The Evens,
Eddi Front,
Scrapy,
John Holt,
Fear,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Youth Brigade,
Section 25,
Mantronix,
Letta Mbulu,
Spandau Ballet,
John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Wyatt,
Roger Hodgson,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Blake Baxter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kayak,
The Red Krayola,
The Mummies,
In Retrospect,
The Vogues,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Hill,
CMW,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick May,
John Foxx,
Robert Görl,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dawn Penn,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minnie Riperton,
Minny Pops,
Electric Prunes,
ABC,
Unwound,
New Order,
Dennis Brown,
Connie Case,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.