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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Roger Hodgson to the funk 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Rakim,
The Trojans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
The Vogues,
Alphaville,
Soulsonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
Second Layer,
The Blackbyrds,
Laurel Aitken,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Isaac Hayes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gap Band,
The Pretty Things,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Albert Ayler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Icehouse,
Todd Terry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hardrive,
the Normal,
Trumans Water,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick May,
Terry Callier,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lyres,
Colin Newman,
UT,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bob Dylan,
Absolute Body Control,
David McCallum,
The Toasters,
Jeff Mills,
Sound Behaviour,
Average White Band,
Iggy Pop,
Mantronix,
Pylon,
Warren Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aaron Thompson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Parry Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kurtis Blow,
John Lydon,
Morten Harket,
FM Einheit,
The Modern Lovers,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.