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 Morocco and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the punk 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Essential Logic,
Josef K,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quando Quango,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cybotron,
Piero Umiliani,
Crime,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moody Blues,
X-Ray Spex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Theoretical Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Organ,
Moss Icon,
Bob Dylan,
Scratch Acid,
Simply Red,
Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Trumans Water,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gregory Isaacs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Tremeloes,
Toni Rubio,
The Slackers,
the Bar-Kays,
Hashim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker,
Scion,
The Fugs,
Quadrant,
Unwound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Inner City,
Masters at Work,
The Gap Band,
Fad Gadget,
Cameo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül II,
Eric Dolphy,
The Evens,
Ultimate Spinach,
Desert Stars,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.