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 Spain and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dennis Brown,
Ultra Naté,
Dark Day,
FM Einheit,
Lyres,
Drexciya,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül II,
Archie Shepp,
Quando Quango,
Howard Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slick Rick,
Todd Rundgren,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter & Gordon,
Unwound,
Surgeon,
Icehouse,
Sister Nancy,
Sugar Minott,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Durutti Column,
Popol Vuh,
Groovy Waters,
Severed Heads,
Moby Grape,
The Pretty Things,
The Real Kids,
Sex Pistols,
Charles Mingus,
Lucky Dragons,
Quantec,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rotary Connection,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erasure,
Steve Hackett,
Ituana,
Ponytail,
Youth Brigade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalann,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash,
MDC,
Public Image Ltd.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spoonie Gee,
Tommy Roe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
Wings,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Sheep,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.