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 Lithuania and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Boz Scaggs to the grime 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q65,
Rekid,
Pylon,
Zapp,
JFA,
Symarip,
Crispian St. Peters,
James White and The Blacks,
Shoche,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eddi Front,
Connie Case,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magma,
Average White Band,
Talk Talk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agitation Free,
Kayak,
David McCallum,
Cluster,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiohead,
Althea and Donna,
Tropical Tobacco,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Wyatt,
Magazine,
Visage,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tommy Roe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vladislav Delay,
Scion,
Oblivians,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Move,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
Absolute Body Control,
Moby Grape,
Cybotron,
Freddie Wadling,
Minnie Riperton,
The Neon Judgement,
Eve St. Jones,
The Leaves,
the Human League,
The Saints,
Shuggie Otis,
The Durutti Column,
Crash Course in Science,
Mo-Dettes,
Nirvana,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.