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 Solomon Islands and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Tremeloes to the rap 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick May,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camouflage,
Andrew Hill,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rakim,
Parry Music,
John Foxx,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Cale,
Maurizio,
Deepchord,
The Kinks,
Television Personalities,
Masters at Work,
The New Christs,
Arthur Verocai,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kayak,
Terry Callier,
The Pretty Things,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hardrive,
Pylon,
Young Marble Giants,
Talk Talk,
Brand Nubian,
Popol Vuh,
Ludus,
Wire,
The Smoke,
Peter and Kerry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wings,
Eurythmics,
Arab on Radar,
OOIOO,
Spoonie Gee,
D'Angelo,
Eden Ahbez,
Lightning Bolt,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Intrusion,
X-101,
L. Decosne,
Second Layer,
Technova,
The Gap Band,
Stetsasonic,
Aural Exciters,
Groovy Waters,
Vladislav Delay,
James White and The Blacks,
Anthony Braxton,
Sound Behaviour,
Agitation Free,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.