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 Libya and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the disco 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Interpol,
Slick Rick,
The Techniques,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultravox,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Standells,
Fear,
Soul II Soul,
PIL,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
D'Angelo,
Maurizio,
Slave,
Icehouse,
Ponytail,
LL Cool J,
Scratch Acid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brothers Johnson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Josef K,
Adolescents,
The American Breed,
Ultra Naté,
Tommy Roe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Livin' Joy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
Minnie Riperton,
Hot Snakes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Sheep,
Trumans Water,
Popol Vuh,
Shoche,
John Cale,
the Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Almond,
Wally Richardson,
Television Personalities,
JFA,
Yaz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Underground Resistance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monks,
Bang On A Can,
Alton Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
Gichy Dan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tears for Fears,
Man Parrish,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.