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 Portugal and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Isaac Hayes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Alphaville,
Lee Hazlewood,
One Last Wish,
Ice-T,
Alton Ellis,
Lakeside,
The Toasters,
Animal Collective,
Wasted Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fluxion,
Make Up,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Invisible,
Rod Modell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The New Christs,
Faust,
Rakim,
The Zeros,
Pantaleimon,
Schoolly D,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sällskapet,
Kerri Chandler,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scientists,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television,
Roy Ayers,
Magma,
Kayak,
The Move,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camberwell Now,
Sandy B,
the Germs,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Green,
Todd Terry,
Supertramp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deepchord,
Suburban Knight,
Davy DMX,
The Stooges,
Franke,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mojo Men,
The Tremeloes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vainqueur,
Harpers Bizarre,
Freddie Wadling,
Q and Not U,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Mills,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.