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 Syria and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wally Richardson to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Donny Hathaway,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ken Boothe,
Depeche Mode,
KRS-One,
Man Parrish,
Intrusion,
The Doors,
Yazoo,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Stooges,
Panda Bear,
Al Stewart,
Jandek,
Eve St. Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ituana,
Main Source,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Pierre Henry,
Roger Hodgson,
Deepchord,
Soft Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blake Baxter,
Nils Olav,
The Knickerbockers,
Los Fastidios,
F. McDonald,
Flash Fearless,
Joyce Sims,
Underground Resistance,
Anthony Braxton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
Average White Band,
Duran Duran,
Magazine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angry Samoans,
Spoonie Gee,
The New Christs,
The Monks,
New York Dolls,
the Swans,
Youth Brigade,
Eddi Front,
The Gun Club,
Prince Buster,
Scientists,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Womack,
Maurizio,
Little Man,
Pet Shop Boys,
D'Angelo,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.