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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Intrusion to the funk 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
the Sonics,
Derrick May,
David McCallum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glenn Branca,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Normal,
Joey Negro,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Lynne,
Slick Rick,
Blake Baxter,
Deadbeat,
Nick Fraelich,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bluetip,
Can,
Public Image Ltd.,
One Last Wish,
The Gladiators,
Alton Ellis,
ABC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Misunderstood,
The Searchers,
Agent Orange,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Zeros,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker,
Silicon Teens,
Charles Mingus,
Pere Ubu,
MC5,
Television Personalities,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Basic Channel,
Yellowson,
Royal Trux,
Dawn Penn,
The Monks,
Eurythmics,
The Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blackbyrds,
Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
Marmalade,
Althea and Donna,
Masters at Work,
Funky Four + One,
Chris & Cosey,
Symarip,
Altered Images,
Scientists,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Vogues,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.