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 Cape Verde 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Tomorrow to the funk 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Young Marble Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smiths,
Delta 5,
New Order,
Andrew Hill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Golliwogs,
The Moody Blues,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alphaville,
Bronski Beat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Talk Talk,
Black Bananas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dawn Penn,
The Cowsills,
Fear,
Hot Snakes,
Max Romeo,
Donald Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
OOIOO,
Bluetip,
Warren Ellis,
FM Einheit,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Section 25,
Reagan Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Monks,
Babytalk,
Ultra Naté,
The Fortunes,
The Offenders,
The Move,
The Modern Lovers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Axelrod,
Black Flag,
Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wally Richardson,
Althea and Donna,
AZ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Y Pants,
Goldenarms,
Funkadelic,
Nik Kershaw,
Pagans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.