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 Japan and from London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 10cc to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Iggy Pop,
Infiniti,
Robert Hood,
New Age Steppers,
Agitation Free,
Monolake,
These Immortal Souls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cal Tjader,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Essential Logic,
Qualms,
Grey Daturas,
The Fugs,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
JFA,
Q and Not U,
James White and The Blacks,
Letta Mbulu,
The Searchers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Christie,
Rod Modell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
Flash Fearless,
Interpol,
Maurizio,
Dawn Penn,
Graham Central Station,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
Tears for Fears,
Ossler,
Clear Light,
Yusef Lateef,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hashim,
Quantec,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mission of Burma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Hoover,
Dual Sessions,
L. Decosne,
Anakelly,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vladislav Delay,
Barry Ungar,
Rekid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Black Dice,
Connie Case,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.