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 Belgium and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Holger Czukay 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 Ken Boothe to the punk 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Lou Reed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sugar Minott,
Tres Demented,
Kool Moe Dee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fatback Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delta 5,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eddi Front,
Chrome,
Soul Sonic Force,
Half Japanese,
Minutemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Bowie,
Mark Hollis,
kango's stein massive,
Urselle,
Boz Scaggs,
Steve Hackett,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers,
Quando Quango,
The Star Department,
Hardrive,
Metal Thangz,
Second Layer,
Cymande,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funky Four + One,
Kas Product,
Los Fastidios,
Moss Icon,
Stetsasonic,
Cal Tjader,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Copeland,
Ronnie Foster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tubeway Army,
Nik Kershaw,
Don Cherry,
T.S.O.L.,
Porter Ricks,
The Selecter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
Althea and Donna,
Minny Pops,
Average White Band,
Roxy Music,
Fluxion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wasted Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.