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 India and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 The Dead C to the grime 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
K-Klass,
Ultra Naté,
Soulsonic Force,
The Residents,
Slick Rick,
Nas,
Lucky Dragons,
Oneida,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blancmange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Supertramp,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
June of 44,
Unrelated Segments,
Joy Division,
Toni Rubio,
Desert Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magma,
a-ha,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
Guru Guru,
Japan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bad Manners,
Alison Limerick,
Vladislav Delay,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q and Not U,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Pus,
Spoonie Gee,
Alton Ellis,
The Happenings,
Bauhaus,
Malaria!,
Whodini,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eli Mardock,
Livin' Joy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T. Rex,
Zero Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Theoretical Girls,
Al Stewart,
Groovy Waters,
The Gap Band,
In Retrospect,
Scion,
Robert Görl,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.