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 Liberia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Moody Blues to the techno 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Cowsills,
Can,
Sun City Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharoah Sanders,
CMW,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy Collins,
Sam Rivers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lower 48,
Intrusion,
ABC,
Parry Music,
Mark Hollis,
Thee Headcoats,
Zero Boys,
Model 500,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mandrill,
Nirvana,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
X-101,
Arthur Verocai,
Bronski Beat,
Altered Images,
The Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Steve Hackett,
Lyres,
Scion,
The Wake,
Gang of Four,
Alice Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Inner City,
The Happenings,
Camberwell Now,
Neu!,
Fela Kuti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Durutti Column,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echospace,
Von Mondo,
Anakelly,
Agitation Free,
Alphaville,
The Doors,
Bush Tetras,
Skriet,
X-102,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.