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 Sierra Leone and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Infiniti 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The Saints,
The Last Poets,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lyres,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Theoretical Girls,
Interpol,
Lindisfarne,
Subhumans,
Slick Rick,
F. McDonald,
The Zeros,
Swans,
Second Layer,
The Monochrome Set,
One Last Wish,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Livin' Joy,
Steve Hackett,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maurizio,
Archie Shepp,
Symarip,
Letta Mbulu,
Donny Hathaway,
Hashim,
Sparks,
Stiv Bators,
Yazoo,
X-102,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Parrish,
The Move,
Quadrant,
The American Breed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cameo,
Lightning Bolt,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Young Rascals,
Max Romeo,
Rod Modell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bad Manners,
Drive Like Jehu,
Supertramp,
Davy DMX,
Kenny Larkin,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doobie Brothers,
Urselle,
Aural Exciters,
Flipper,
D'Angelo,
The Motions,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.