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 Malaysia and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 10cc to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Motions,
Matthew Halsall,
Davy DMX,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Starr,
Fear,
Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Blake Baxter,
Rod Modell,
Fatback Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monochrome Set,
X-Ray Spex,
Malaria!,
Cheater Slicks,
Heaven 17,
Newcleus,
Barry Ungar,
Groovy Waters,
Sparks,
Sixth Finger,
Country Teasers,
Talk Talk,
Livin' Joy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
U.S. Maple,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Motorama,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Misunderstood,
The Happenings,
Howard Jones,
Chrome,
The Last Poets,
MC5,
Fugazi,
Marvin Gaye,
Ice-T,
La Düsseldorf,
Gichy Dan,
The Pretty Things,
The Invisible,
Khruangbin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick May,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rufus Thomas,
Minny Pops,
Swell Maps,
In Retrospect,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angry Samoans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.