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 Lucia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Average White Band to the grunge 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy Collins,
Essential Logic,
Spandau Ballet,
Main Source,
Sixth Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donny Hathaway,
UT,
Blake Baxter,
Animal Collective,
Pierre Henry,
Crime,
Mark Hollis,
The Cure,
Robert Görl,
Jandek,
Skarface,
The Buckinghams,
The Martian,
Circle Jerks,
The Star Department,
L. Decosne,
Sexual Harrassment,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Royal Trux,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q65,
Laurel Aitken,
Suburban Knight,
Rakim,
Todd Terry,
Television Personalities,
Letta Mbulu,
AZ,
New Age Steppers,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Halsall,
The Red Krayola,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minny Pops,
Wire,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cramps,
Second Layer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Steve Hackett,
Quando Quango,
Don Cherry,
Organ,
Interpol,
Marine Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris Corsano,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.