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 Kazakhstan and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kas Product to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Section 25,
Dual Sessions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick May,
Soft Machine,
Zapp,
Lightning Bolt,
Junior Murvin,
Mandrill,
Camouflage,
The Fall,
Reuben Wilson,
the Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
China Crisis,
Cybotron,
Sällskapet,
Camberwell Now,
The United States of America,
Sam Rivers,
Hardrive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masters at Work,
EPMD,
The Mummies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Albert Ayler,
Bauhaus,
Danielle Patucci,
Yusef Lateef,
One Last Wish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
New Order,
Easy Going,
Minutemen,
The Doors,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
The Music Machine,
Roxy Music,
Sister Nancy,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Human League,
Wings,
Matthew Halsall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
10cc,
Blancmange,
Andrew Hill,
Juan Atkins,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.