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 Serbia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Kevin Saunderson to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
The Slackers,
Ten City,
Chris Corsano,
Kayak,
Gang of Four,
The J.B.'s,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eden Ahbez,
CMW,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oneida,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MC5,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra,
Brass Construction,
The Cowsills,
Cecil Taylor,
Aaron Thompson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxy Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick May,
Pere Ubu,
Cymande,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Smog,
Laurel Aitken,
10cc,
cv313,
Cybotron,
Echospace,
Main Source,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
Livin' Joy,
Bad Manners,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
The Vogues,
Technova,
the Germs,
Magazine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Birthday Party,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.