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 Russia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 London Community Gospel Choir 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The Techniques,
Talk Talk,
Fugazi,
Simply Red,
Donny Hathaway,
John Holt,
Mo-Dettes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Danielle Patucci,
The Remains,
Byron Stingily,
Roger Hodgson,
Los Fastidios,
Camouflage,
Gang of Four,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pole,
Ohio Players,
FM Einheit,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barrington Levy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bob Dylan,
Surgeon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mantronix,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Patti Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Negative Approach,
Pylon,
Glenn Branca,
K-Klass,
Eve St. Jones,
Neu!,
Mad Mike,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warren Ellis,
Duran Duran,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New York Dolls,
Laurel Aitken,
China Crisis,
Chrome,
Fat Boys,
The Cure,
Derrick Morgan,
Warsaw,
The Moody Blues,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Pus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
Ossler,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.