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 Yemen and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Peter & Gordon to the funk 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Eurythmics,
New York Dolls,
Nas,
Roxette,
Television,
Bad Manners,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joensuu 1685,
Zapp,
Rod Modell,
Black Moon,
Q and Not U,
Au Pairs,
China Crisis,
Thee Headcoats,
Steve Hackett,
Los Fastidios,
Pulsallama,
Y Pants,
Fluxion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
Roxy Music,
Fat Boys,
Das Ding,
OOIOO,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
Joey Negro,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stereo Dub,
The Barracudas,
Gichy Dan,
Leonard Cohen,
In Retrospect,
Khruangbin,
Barclay James Harvest,
DNA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Silicon Teens,
The Walker Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Freddie Wadling,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Starr,
Wally Richardson,
Cheater Slicks,
Oneida,
Avey Tare,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.