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 Poland and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 The Young Rascals to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Man Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slick Rick,
MDC,
Arab on Radar,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Age Steppers,
David Axelrod,
The Gories,
Reuben Wilson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Alphaville,
Duran Duran,
Aswad,
The Offenders,
Country Teasers,
The Residents,
James White and The Blacks,
Dennis Brown,
Scientists,
Boredoms,
Thompson Twins,
The Saints,
Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
Agitation Free,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gladiators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visage,
Jacques Brel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Half Japanese,
Yellowson,
Cecil Taylor,
Grey Daturas,
The Vogues,
The Associates,
This Heat,
Mandrill,
Marshall Jefferson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Christie,
Scratch Acid,
Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Radiohead,
Tomorrow,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Little Man,
The Searchers,
Organ,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Bowie,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smoke,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.