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 Norway and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Sight & Sound to the punk 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cowsills,
The Angels of Light,
Erasure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yazoo,
the Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
Jawbox,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash,
Von Mondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slick Rick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronnie Foster,
Franke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Das Ding,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacob Miller,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
E-Dancer,
Idris Muhammad,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Rundgren,
Desert Stars,
June Days,
Little Man,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott Heron,
China Crisis,
Sarah Menescal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
Mars,
Echospace,
Television Personalities,
Jeff Mills,
The Black Dice,
Cluster,
The Flesh Eaters,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Halsall,
Godley & Creme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mark Hollis,
Crispian St. Peters,
R.M.O.,
the Bar-Kays,
Gabor Szabo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sixth Finger,
10cc,
John Foxx,
Suicide,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arcadia,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.