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 Iran and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Pere Ubu to the techno 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fad Gadget,
La Düsseldorf,
Suburban Knight,
Index,
Dave Gahan,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Dolphy,
Joy Division,
Symarip,
Mark Hollis,
Skarface,
Parry Music,
Marc Almond,
Metal Thangz,
The J.B.'s,
Maurizio,
Minutemen,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marine Girls,
Brick,
Fatback Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yusef Lateef,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brand Nubian,
Ice-T,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Flag,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The American Breed,
Sun City Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
T.S.O.L.,
The Black Dice,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dark Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Simply Red,
Accadde A,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Guru Guru,
Jimmy McGriff,
Trumans Water,
The Golliwogs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hashim,
Average White Band,
Hoover,
Kaleidoscope,
Davy DMX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Talk Talk,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.