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 Iraq and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 World's Most to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The Dead C,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Von Mondo,
Bluetip,
Essential Logic,
Basic Channel,
Organ,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fela Kuti,
Howard Jones,
Sam Rivers,
Vladislav Delay,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radio Birdman,
Mad Mike,
OOIOO,
Blossom Toes,
Chris Corsano,
Newcleus,
Young Marble Giants,
The Count Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Wolf Eyes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Görl,
Joyce Sims,
Make Up,
Oneida,
Lindisfarne,
MC5,
DNA,
Technova,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David McCallum,
The Slits,
Pylon,
Charles Mingus,
X-Ray Spex,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
L. Decosne,
Quantec,
The Moleskins,
In Retrospect,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fortunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Supertramp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scan 7,
The Sound,
Al Stewart,
The Gladiators,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.