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 Egypt and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 John Coltrane to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Au Pairs,
Scratch Acid,
L. Decosne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quantec,
Zero Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Evens,
Ultravox,
The Five Americans,
The Gun Club,
Althea and Donna,
John Holt,
Skaos,
Q and Not U,
Frankie Knuckles,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker,
Lungfish,
Minnie Riperton,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Coltrane,
Alice Coltrane,
Clear Light,
Funky Four + One,
The Standells,
FM Einheit,
Outsiders,
Kayak,
Bad Manners,
Grauzone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fat Boys,
Drexciya,
The Slits,
Lou Reed,
Spoonie Gee,
Easy Going,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Durutti Column,
Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
Das Ding,
Colin Newman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Hill,
China Crisis,
Massinfluence,
Essential Logic,
Hardrive,
Lyres,
Ten City,
Steve Hackett,
The Saints,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shoche,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.