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 Lebanon and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the jazz 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Black Bananas,
Japan,
Roy Ayers,
Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacques Brel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mo-Dettes,
Fear,
Bronski Beat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alison Limerick,
The Gladiators,
Nick Fraelich,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Star Department,
Peter and Kerry,
Aswad,
Vainqueur,
Boogie Down Productions,
Idris Muhammad,
MDC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Sherman,
Kenny Larkin,
Cymande,
Skriet,
Lindisfarne,
The Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Sixth Finger,
Kayak,
Steve Hackett,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pop Group,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Howard Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Das Ding,
H. Thieme,
Duran Duran,
X-Ray Spex,
A Certain Ratio,
Barbara Tucker,
Mandrill,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joyce Sims,
Gong,
The Wake,
Jawbox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wally Richardson,
Iggy Pop,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ludus,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.