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 Lesotho and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Delon & Dalcan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The Smoke,
Pantytec,
Spandau Ballet,
Q65,
The Dead C,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lungfish,
Ossler,
Young Marble Giants,
Amazonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Residents,
The Gun Club,
Eurythmics,
Godley & Creme,
Second Layer,
Circle Jerks,
Animal Collective,
Suicide,
Jandek,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül,
Marine Girls,
The Cramps,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deakin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sex Pistols,
Boz Scaggs,
Scrapy,
The Gap Band,
Massinfluence,
Leonard Cohen,
Guru Guru,
Joey Negro,
Lindisfarne,
Isaac Hayes,
Blossom Toes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ponytail,
James White and The Blacks,
World's Most,
Newcleus,
The Vogues,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Half Japanese,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tubeway Army,
Sparks,
D'Angelo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siglo XX,
The Tremeloes,
Gichy Dan,
Accadde A,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Graham Central Station,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.