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 Kenya and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 FM Einheit to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arthur Verocai,
Archie Shepp,
Ludus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Fraelich,
Severed Heads,
T.S.O.L.,
Tears for Fears,
Ohio Players,
Graham Central Station,
The Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Trumans Water,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Searchers,
Erasure,
Amon Düül,
the Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Clear Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tropical Tobacco,
T. Rex,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pagans,
Masters at Work,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
8 Eyed Spy,
Susan Cadogan,
Aswad,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Christie,
Charles Mingus,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Normal,
Boredoms,
David Axelrod,
The Slackers,
Kurtis Blow,
Byron Stingily,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anakelly,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Depeche Mode,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rapeman,
Qualms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.