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 Netherlands and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Zapp to the electroclash 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Vainqueur,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Newcleus,
AZ,
Slave,
Kas Product,
Kerri Chandler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Michelle Simonal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Star Department,
Josef K,
K-Klass,
Yazoo,
Alton Ellis,
Niagra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Wyatt,
The Toasters,
Bill Wells,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Shadows of Knight,
Subhumans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABBA,
Average White Band,
Connie Case,
Gang Starr,
Howard Jones,
John Lydon,
Siglo XX,
Pet Shop Boys,
Henry Cow,
Gichy Dan,
Porter Ricks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Wake,
LL Cool J,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reagan Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Japan,
48th St. Collective,
Max Romeo,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nils Olav,
Fat Boys,
The Count Five,
The Seeds,
The Litter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Monolake,
Spoonie Gee,
Donny Hathaway,
Aural Exciters,
Au Pairs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.