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 Kuwait and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lalann to the dance 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Main Source,
Fela Kuti,
Motorama,
The Music Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Gang of Four,
Mad Mike,
Liliput,
Khruangbin,
Darondo,
Brick,
Royal Trux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nils Olav,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Bananas,
Archie Shepp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bronski Beat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra,
Dark Day,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
Rapeman,
The Knickerbockers,
The Evens,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Sherman,
Laurel Aitken,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Smooth,
Roxy Music,
Ten City,
The Smoke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
Newcleus,
Spandau Ballet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pole,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cramps,
John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Scion,
Brass Construction,
The Dead C,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.