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 Australia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 The Searchers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Pagans,
Roger Hodgson,
The Divine Comedy,
Sällskapet,
Fela Kuti,
Hot Snakes,
New Order,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Don Cherry,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Patti Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Bourne,
The Zeros,
X-102,
The Index,
Magazine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Accadde A,
Gang Gang Dance,
Clear Light,
Aswad,
Camouflage,
Lakeside,
June Days,
Derrick May,
The Shadows of Knight,
48th St. Collective,
Hashim,
Lindisfarne,
Jawbox,
Tom Boy,
The Cowsills,
John Holt,
The Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers,
Infiniti,
Echospace,
Q65,
Al Stewart,
Sex Pistols,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Niagra,
Ronan,
The Gap Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radio Birdman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Connie Case,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Knickerbockers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Y Pants,
Simply Red,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.