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 Brunei and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Alice Coltrane to the electroclash 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Trumans Water,
Black Pus,
ABC,
The Slits,
Rapeman,
Leonard Cohen,
Tres Demented,
Mark Hollis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Wake,
Reuben Wilson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Don Cherry,
10cc,
Moby Grape,
Index,
Newcleus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rites of Spring,
The American Breed,
Harry Pussy,
The Mojo Men,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Whodini,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Mills,
Jacques Brel,
The Music Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gong,
Eric B and Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
Funkadelic,
The Smoke,
Fluxion,
Clear Light,
The Names,
Man Parrish,
Todd Terry,
Ossler,
B.T. Express,
Mission of Burma,
Motorama,
Kerri Chandler,
Shoche,
The Fall,
Jawbox,
AZ,
Parry Music,
Andrew Hill,
Davy DMX,
Yellowson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Almond,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.