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 Bolivia and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 F. McDonald to the crunk 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Warren Ellis,
Radiohead,
Crime,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kas Product,
Schoolly D,
Lucky Dragons,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moby Grape,
the Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Sheep,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nils Olav,
Simply Red,
Minor Threat,
Peter & Gordon,
David McCallum,
Wire,
Mark Hollis,
The Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Christie,
The American Breed,
Cheater Slicks,
Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Lynne,
Ludus,
The J.B.'s,
Fela Kuti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Royal Trux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
kango's stein massive,
JFA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delta 5,
One Last Wish,
The Human League,
X-102,
Andrew Hill,
Chris Corsano,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scan 7,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Divine Comedy,
CMW,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.