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 Portugal and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 the Normal 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donny Hathaway,
Talk Talk,
Camberwell Now,
Trumans Water,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cowsills,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Hutcherson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Outsiders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sixth Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fuzztones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vladislav Delay,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
the Human League,
Connie Case,
Grey Daturas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Siglo XX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The New Christs,
The Gap Band,
Organ,
Goldenarms,
Interpol,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Victims,
Mark Hollis,
Max Romeo,
The Index,
Minutemen,
Neu!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moody Blues,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boredoms,
Dave Gahan,
Sarah Menescal,
Blake Baxter,
Roxy Music,
Nils Olav,
Morten Harket,
Marmalade,
MDC,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.