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 Cameroon and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Roxy Music to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Spandau Ballet,
The Offenders,
The Selecter,
Skaos,
The Buckinghams,
Hasil Adkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Alton Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Age Steppers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monolake,
Marvin Gaye,
Television Personalities,
Sarah Menescal,
Babytalk,
Sun City Girls,
Wasted Youth,
The Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eurythmics,
Drexciya,
Donald Byrd,
The Busters,
the Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Absolute Body Control,
Circle Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skriet,
The United States of America,
Roxette,
Hashim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barbara Tucker,
Inner City,
Scrapy,
Thompson Twins,
Young Marble Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moss Icon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Evens,
Agitation Free,
Sam Rivers,
The Residents,
Zapp,
Neil Young,
The Techniques,
Ice-T,
Half Japanese,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Names,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stetsasonic,
Motorama,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.