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 Kiribati and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Isaac Hayes to the rock 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The Standells,
Index,
Dave Gahan,
Whodini,
Scrapy,
The Dave Clark Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Motions,
Harmonia,
Pylon,
Archie Shepp,
Boredoms,
Barrington Levy,
Ronan,
The Victims,
Outsiders,
Cecil Taylor,
Mantronix,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Teasers,
Wally Richardson,
X-102,
Jacob Miller,
Reuben Wilson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cure,
The Red Krayola,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nirvana,
X-101,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Nico,
Tom Boy,
Niagra,
The Dead C,
Bluetip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yazoo,
Popol Vuh,
Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Wells,
Josef K,
Simply Red,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Mills,
the Germs,
The Divine Comedy,
Stiv Bators,
Pulsallama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers,
Yaz,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.