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 Azerbaijan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rap 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pere Ubu,
Anthony Braxton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Associates,
Q65,
John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
Quadrant,
Jeff Lynne,
Television Personalities,
The Durutti Column,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blancmange,
Kaleidoscope,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boredoms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yellowson,
Icehouse,
Supertramp,
Rapeman,
Johnny Osbourne,
UT,
Skriet,
ABBA,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry's Kids,
Fela Kuti,
Ultravox,
Banda Bassotti,
Desert Stars,
Organ,
Ronnie Foster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalann,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cluster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Godley & Creme,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Copeland,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mars,
Hardrive,
Derrick Morgan,
Dennis Brown,
Sällskapet,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Toasters,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Essential Logic,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.