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 Lesotho and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Eurythmics to the disco 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
Robert Görl,
Yazoo,
KRS-One,
John Lydon,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maurizio,
Carl Craig,
Metal Thangz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Babytalk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
AZ,
Aural Exciters,
Technova,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monks,
Newcleus,
Anakelly,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boogie Down Productions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Japan,
Sun Ra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Freddie Wadling,
Q and Not U,
Malaria!,
Altered Images,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Style,
The Saints,
Spandau Ballet,
Mad Mike,
Iggy Pop,
The Blues Magoos,
Warsaw,
Mark Hollis,
The Golliwogs,
The Vogues,
The J.B.'s,
The Index,
Rufus Thomas,
Make Up,
Eric Dolphy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scan 7,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minor Threat,
the Human League,
The Seeds,
Excepter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jawbox,
Gong,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.