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 Solomon Islands and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rap 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wasted Youth,
Half Japanese,
Ultravox,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
Eddi Front,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monolake,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Trojans,
Smog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The United States of America,
The Pretty Things,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eli Mardock,
Stereo Dub,
The Blackbyrds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dark Day,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minnie Riperton,
Boz Scaggs,
Maleditus Sound,
June Days,
Roger Hodgson,
Aaron Thompson,
a-ha,
New Age Steppers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deadbeat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scrapy,
Mark Hollis,
Duran Duran,
The Litter,
Kurtis Blow,
Darondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Interpol,
The Beau Brummels,
Heaven 17,
Masters at Work,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Metal Thangz,
Toni Rubio,
The Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hasil Adkins,
Lucky Dragons,
The Real Kids,
Rotary Connection,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.