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 Cameroon and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Suicide to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radio Birdman,
Babytalk,
David Axelrod,
Royal Trux,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Clarke,
Inner City,
Fear,
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker,
David Bowie,
Dual Sessions,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nirvana,
Brass Construction,
Althea and Donna,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moss Icon,
The Techniques,
Joy Division,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
Thompson Twins,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Rundgren,
John Coltrane,
The Cure,
Slick Rick,
Skarface,
Black Flag,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Christie,
Fat Boys,
Jandek,
Arthur Verocai,
Rekid,
Black Moon,
The Stooges,
Robert Wyatt,
Sällskapet,
Basic Channel,
Juan Atkins,
Stereo Dub,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scion,
Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
Fad Gadget,
The Searchers,
Tom Boy,
Au Pairs,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.