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 Albania and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Anakelly to the dance 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Deakin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television Personalities,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sound Behaviour,
Steve Hackett,
Scan 7,
The Raincoats,
Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cure,
the Bar-Kays,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Pus,
R.M.O.,
John Foxx,
Essential Logic,
Icehouse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronan,
Girls At Our Best!,
EPMD,
Eurythmics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Womack,
PIL,
Yaz,
June Days,
Eddi Front,
The Birthday Party,
Blossom Toes,
Public Enemy,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalann,
The Invisible,
Masters at Work,
Visage,
The Zeros,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
OOIOO,
Kurtis Blow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Green,
Parry Music,
Ten City,
Dave Gahan,
Graham Central Station,
Cybotron,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
DNA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.