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 St Lucia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Clear Light to the rock 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Eurythmics,
Arcadia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Second Layer,
Popol Vuh,
The Misunderstood,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gap Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Stereo Dub,
Scan 7,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young,
Darondo,
the Human League,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Livin' Joy,
Severed Heads,
Chris Corsano,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantytec,
Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
The Index,
Average White Band,
Nils Olav,
Hashim,
Neu!,
The Remains,
The Fugs,
The American Breed,
The Red Krayola,
Essential Logic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
Bush Tetras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Charles Mingus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magma,
Ronnie Foster,
U.S. Maple,
Rites of Spring,
The Moleskins,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers,
Clear Light,
June Days,
The Searchers,
Motorama,
Deakin,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.