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 Romania and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Thee Headcoats to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Black Bananas,
Derrick May,
Joe Smooth,
CMW,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Coltrane,
Black Pus,
Dave Gahan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agent Orange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang On A Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mars,
The Gun Club,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Görl,
Kaleidoscope,
Chrome,
Echospace,
Urselle,
Stetsasonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
In Retrospect,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shuggie Otis,
Rufus Thomas,
Quadrant,
Cymande,
Bootsy Collins,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cramps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monks,
The Kinks,
Godley & Creme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fortunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Smog,
Davy DMX,
Schoolly D,
Mr. Review,
Parry Music,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Womack,
The Wake,
Audionom,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.