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 Israel and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Toni Rubio 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Music Machine,
Q and Not U,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
Pussy Galore,
Byron Stingily,
Susan Cadogan,
New York Dolls,
Mission of Burma,
Ten City,
Faraquet,
The Fugs,
The Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Halsall,
Severed Heads,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Evens,
Robert Hood,
Smog,
The Saints,
Funkadelic,
Cal Tjader,
Organ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Japan,
Pierre Henry,
CMW,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soul II Soul,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rufus Thomas,
Ice-T,
Hashim,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
Supertramp,
Idris Muhammad,
Brothers Johnson,
Howard Jones,
Carl Craig,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Names,
Slick Rick,
DJ Style,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Patti Smith,
Ituana,
Marc Almond,
Drexciya,
The Angels of Light,
Interpol,
Donny Hathaway,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.