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 South Africa and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
AZ,
The Gap Band,
Godley & Creme,
Pole,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Leaves,
Kenny Larkin,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Evens,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Neon Judgement,
Piero Umiliani,
The Human League,
Pagans,
Agitation Free,
Camouflage,
Jacques Brel,
The Doors,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nas,
Neil Young,
Ten City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Motions,
Procol Harum,
Gichy Dan,
T. Rex,
Tubeway Army,
Liliput,
The Cramps,
Section 25,
Massinfluence,
Brothers Johnson,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Flag,
Can,
Magazine,
Glenn Branca,
Camberwell Now,
Mad Mike,
The Fortunes,
Quando Quango,
Youth Brigade,
Fad Gadget,
Loose Ends,
Suburban Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
These Immortal Souls,
Stetsasonic,
Scan 7,
Carl Craig,
The Happenings,
Intrusion,
Mark Hollis,
EPMD,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.