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 Djibouti and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
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 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 Deakin to the techno 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Index,
Joyce Sims,
Sandy B,
James White and The Blacks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Altered Images,
Yazoo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mummies,
Radiohead,
Bob Dylan,
Suburban Knight,
Magazine,
The Standells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scion,
Excepter,
Oneida,
Moby Grape,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Saints,
Sex Pistols,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxy Music,
The Leaves,
Tommy Roe,
Alphaville,
Scientists,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalann,
Quantec,
Alice Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
Urselle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Second Layer,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fatback Band,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blues Magoos,
Rites of Spring,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dark Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sarah Menescal,
Groovy Waters,
the Human League,
Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Starr,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.