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 Angola and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Litter 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Metal Thangz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Urselle,
Jerry's Kids,
Maurizio,
Yaz,
Liliput,
Hashim,
Section 25,
Basic Channel,
The Smiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heaven 17,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
E-Dancer,
the Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Royal Trux,
The Litter,
The Red Krayola,
The Modern Lovers,
Khruangbin,
Kool Moe Dee,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Sheep,
Soulsonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
The Saints,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brothers Johnson,
James White and The Blacks,
David Bowie,
Reagan Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Womack,
Das Ding,
Monolake,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tim Buckley,
Blake Baxter,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed,
Thompson Twins,
The Knickerbockers,
Minutemen,
Circle Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Inner City,
Minnie Riperton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cowsills,
June of 44,
Pole,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalann,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.