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 Seychelles and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Walker Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Eric B and Rakim,
In Retrospect,
David Axelrod,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scrapy,
The Pretty Things,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yaz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Au Pairs,
The Gun Club,
Slick Rick,
ABC,
New Order,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eli Mardock,
KRS-One,
The Doors,
Anakelly,
The Cure,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Hill,
Albert Ayler,
The Happenings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eddi Front,
Rapeman,
The Grass Roots,
Sun City Girls,
Malaria!,
Brothers Johnson,
The Selecter,
Deakin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Livin' Joy,
Black Pus,
Neil Young,
June of 44,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gladiators,
Nils Olav,
Slave,
Soul II Soul,
Josef K,
Zapp,
Chris & Cosey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camberwell Now,
Second Layer,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cybotron,
Index,
Prince Buster,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moleskins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.