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 Bahrain and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the punk 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Main Source,
Terrestrial Tones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Five Americans,
The Barracudas,
Drexciya,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young,
Goldenarms,
The Moleskins,
Qualms,
Stetsasonic,
Bluetip,
Lower 48,
Pulsallama,
Ten City,
Supertramp,
ABC,
Alton Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pop Group,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Hood,
Pole,
Nico,
The Searchers,
Ossler,
World's Most,
Davy DMX,
Aural Exciters,
New Age Steppers,
The Happenings,
Trumans Water,
Gang of Four,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ornette Coleman,
The Zeros,
Black Pus,
The Victims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Bananas,
Porter Ricks,
Tim Buckley,
Alphaville,
Byron Stingily,
Silicon Teens,
The Fugs,
Hoover,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick Morgan,
Gichy Dan,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Bowie,
Reagan Youth,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.