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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Fluxion to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Reed. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Moody Blues,
Severed Heads,
The Skatalites,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alison Limerick,
The Sound,
Subhumans,
Make Up,
Camberwell Now,
Magazine,
Avey Tare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
D'Angelo,
Symarip,
The Slackers,
The Saints,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Hill,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Henry Cow,
Skriet,
Schoolly D,
Depeche Mode,
Altered Images,
Derrick Morgan,
the Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers,
Harmonia,
Rapeman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Saccharine Trust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
Spandau Ballet,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Marmalade,
Iggy Pop,
John Coltrane,
Arcadia,
Pere Ubu,
Visage,
Wolf Eyes,
Von Mondo,
Ultravox,
Sister Nancy,
In Retrospect,
Electric Prunes,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.