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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Soft Cell to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Sherman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Swell Maps,
Suburban Knight,
Tom Boy,
Bronski Beat,
The Leaves,
Lungfish,
Shuggie Otis,
Warsaw,
Youth Brigade,
Josef K,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funkadelic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Star Department,
Laurel Aitken,
The Trojans,
The Busters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crime,
Anakelly,
Das Ding,
Thompson Twins,
Audionom,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Smog,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris Corsano,
Althea and Donna,
Simply Red,
Steve Hackett,
Barbara Tucker,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultra Naté,
Warren Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
The Buckinghams,
The Standells,
David Axelrod,
Neu!,
The Moleskins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Motorama,
Dual Sessions,
Von Mondo,
Soul II Soul,
Hashim,
The Selecter,
Roger Hodgson,
Absolute Body Control,
X-101,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Finger,
Skarface,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.