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 Austria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Matthew Bourne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Hardrive,
Crime,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Accadde A,
Con Funk Shun,
the Normal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minutemen,
FM Einheit,
Ultravox,
Jacob Miller,
Stereo Dub,
Amazonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minny Pops,
Tubeway Army,
The Gap Band,
Model 500,
Henry Cow,
Mandrill,
The Gories,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scrapy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scientists,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pop Group,
Suicide,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
Arab on Radar,
Quando Quango,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moby Grape,
Deadbeat,
Groovy Waters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rekid,
Lou Reed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June Days,
Graham Central Station,
Gabor Szabo,
Half Japanese,
Nirvana,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
Neu!,
Ice-T,
Derrick May,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Finger,
Das Ding,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.