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 Belgium and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 David Bowie 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the rap 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes 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?
the Bar-Kays,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Simply Red,
Main Source,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
Yaz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Silicon Teens,
Ornette Coleman,
Fat Boys,
The Last Poets,
Altered Images,
K-Klass,
Terry Callier,
Smog,
The Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Bauhaus,
Gabor Szabo,
the Association,
Moebius,
Marshall Jefferson,
Japan,
Roxy Music,
Black Moon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
F. McDonald,
Susan Cadogan,
Oneida,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter & Gordon,
The Busters,
Bluetip,
Gichy Dan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Symarip,
Iggy Pop,
FM Einheit,
Hasil Adkins,
John Coltrane,
Malaria!,
Althea and Donna,
World's Most,
H. Thieme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vladislav Delay,
Donny Hathaway,
Hoover,
Brass Construction,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Foxx,
Bill Wells,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.