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 Slovakia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
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 AZ to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scratch Acid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Knickerbockers,
John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kayak,
Dead Boys,
Talk Talk,
Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Skaos,
ABBA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Intrusion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quando Quango,
Japan,
John Lydon,
Brass Construction,
Rod Modell,
Ronan,
Peter and Kerry,
Mission of Burma,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Standells,
Robert Görl,
Yellowson,
The Seeds,
Suicide,
Blossom Toes,
Magma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deadbeat,
Funky Four + One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter & Gordon,
Television Personalities,
D'Angelo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül,
Hashim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Happenings,
John Foxx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Excepter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalann,
Don Cherry,
PIL,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.