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 Bahrain and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Mr. Review to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pulsallama,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick Morgan,
Marmalade,
Pantaleimon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Excepter,
Sonic Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Don Cherry,
Faraquet,
Connie Case,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aural Exciters,
Black Bananas,
ABC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Moon,
Interpol,
Terry Callier,
The Blackbyrds,
David Bowie,
The Pop Group,
Agitation Free,
Ken Boothe,
Stetsasonic,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mad Mike,
Joyce Sims,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glenn Branca,
Magma,
Yellowson,
The Leaves,
The Skatalites,
The Monks,
Lou Christie,
The American Breed,
Crime,
Guru Guru,
Outsiders,
DJ Style,
The Names,
The Motions,
Chris & Cosey,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hoover,
Clear Light,
The Sonics,
Ronan,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.