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 Peru and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Mad Mike 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Blake Baxter,
Suicide,
The Move,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donald Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Count Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ten City,
Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
Carl Craig,
Rakim,
Ludus,
Bauhaus,
Chrome,
Derrick May,
Frankie Knuckles,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skarface,
Camberwell Now,
Scientists,
Television,
The Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris & Cosey,
Lower 48,
Mr. Review,
The Residents,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Pus,
Little Man,
Outsiders,
Tommy Roe,
Joensuu 1685,
Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy Collins,
Simply Red,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Image Ltd.,
Half Japanese,
The Dead C,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Darondo,
Wally Richardson,
Cymande,
Throbbing Gristle,
FM Einheit,
David Axelrod,
Soft Machine,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.