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 Macedonia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Tears for Fears to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
The Invisible,
Lou Christie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television Personalities,
Motorama,
Chrome,
ABC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Don Cherry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Cell,
Make Up,
U.S. Maple,
Crooked Eye,
Lindisfarne,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker,
Funkadelic,
Blancmange,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
Second Layer,
John Foxx,
Moebius,
Maleditus Sound,
D'Angelo,
Section 25,
Lakeside,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young,
Eden Ahbez,
UT,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Joensuu 1685,
Brass Construction,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bluetip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Buckinghams,
Cal Tjader,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skriet,
Clear Light,
Monolake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Skatalites,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül,
Flipper,
Pulsallama,
Popol Vuh,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ralphi Rosario,
Half Japanese,
The Knickerbockers,
Sound Behaviour,
10cc,
Tim Buckley,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.