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 Hungary and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Reuben Wilson to the rap 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alice Coltrane,
The Kinks,
The Mummies,
Maleditus Sound,
Fear,
Pantaleimon,
Rosa Yemen,
Infiniti,
Robert Hood,
Kaleidoscope,
Junior Murvin,
The Toasters,
Steve Hackett,
F. McDonald,
Alton Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Slits,
EPMD,
Country Teasers,
Eve St. Jones,
Grauzone,
Roxette,
Marvin Gaye,
Josef K,
Au Pairs,
Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Smooth,
The Music Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Bush Tetras,
Don Cherry,
Q and Not U,
Robert Wyatt,
June Days,
Cabaret Voltaire,
World's Most,
Motorama,
The Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Das Ding,
Ohio Players,
Darondo,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Lynne,
Barrington Levy,
Simply Red,
Youth Brigade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
The Martian,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Sherman,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.