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 Antigua and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Frankie Knuckles to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The Mummies,
Sex Pistols,
In Retrospect,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang of Four,
The Motions,
Babytalk,
Sun City Girls,
Procol Harum,
Dave Gahan,
Moss Icon,
The Gun Club,
The Golliwogs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Remains,
Deepchord,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rod Modell,
Quando Quango,
Delon & Dalcan,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiopuhelimet,
Albert Ayler,
Shuggie Otis,
Monks,
Magazine,
Little Man,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Buzzcocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
L. Decosne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aswad,
Eli Mardock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry's Kids,
Flipper,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Axelrod,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monks,
Stiv Bators,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-101,
Monolake,
Derrick Morgan,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.