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 Antigua and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Lou Christie,
Robert Hood,
Gabor Szabo,
The Residents,
Charles Mingus,
Joensuu 1685,
Barrington Levy,
Fat Boys,
Cameo,
Aaron Thompson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crash Course in Science,
The Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q65,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Offenders,
Massinfluence,
Girls At Our Best!,
Basic Channel,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Bourne,
Erasure,
Barry Ungar,
Cluster,
Bill Near,
The Angels of Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lungfish,
Aswad,
Bronski Beat,
John Holt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The New Christs,
Reuben Wilson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Davy DMX,
Yazoo,
Zero Boys,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sam Rivers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Real Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
Howard Jones,
Sällskapet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
K-Klass,
Jacques Brel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unwound,
Slave,
Television Personalities,
Eli Mardock,
The Remains,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.