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 Tunisia and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grunge 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
Au Pairs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Music Machine,
World's Most,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Lydon,
Donald Byrd,
Roxette,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick Morgan,
Infiniti,
Dual Sessions,
Albert Ayler,
Quando Quango,
Aloha Tigers,
Subhumans,
Wire,
Panda Bear,
The Standells,
Audionom,
The Star Department,
Cal Tjader,
The J.B.'s,
Kas Product,
Oblivians,
Byron Stingily,
Altered Images,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skriet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Terry,
the Swans,
The Fuzztones,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brand Nubian,
a-ha,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Bowie,
Swans,
Inner City,
Siglo XX,
The Smiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ohio Players,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Urselle,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Halsall,
Procol Harum,
Joensuu 1685,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.