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 Chad and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Axelrod,
Pere Ubu,
Ronan,
Duran Duran,
kango's stein massive,
Vainqueur,
The Selecter,
Eddi Front,
Urselle,
Fugazi,
Scientists,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
Harmonia,
Pole,
Bill Wells,
Maleditus Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Görl,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Silicon Teens,
Marmalade,
Rekid,
X-101,
Schoolly D,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Gichy Dan,
Wally Richardson,
Mars,
The Zeros,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dead C,
Deepchord,
Patti Smith,
Talk Talk,
Jacob Miller,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Crime,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
E-Dancer,
One Last Wish,
KRS-One,
Chris Corsano,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rakim,
Ultravox,
Mission of Burma,
Sister Nancy,
Lee Hazlewood,
F. McDonald,
Alice Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flash Fearless,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.