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 France and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 AZ to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Sällskapet,
Dual Sessions,
The Wake,
a-ha,
Sarah Menescal,
The Zeros,
Laurel Aitken,
The Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
H. Thieme,
Ultravox,
Easy Going,
cv313,
Lucky Dragons,
Ken Boothe,
Harry Pussy,
Severed Heads,
The Last Poets,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Associates,
Skriet,
Monolake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Von Mondo,
June of 44,
Sun Ra,
Rites of Spring,
Gong,
Minny Pops,
Derrick Morgan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pierre Henry,
Au Pairs,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Interpol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
KRS-One,
The Angels of Light,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gladiators,
Clear Light,
Y Pants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Silicon Teens,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
The Misunderstood,
ABC,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.