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 Sri Lanka and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Alton Ellis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fortunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kas Product,
Hot Snakes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Clear Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter and Kerry,
The Names,
Pylon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minor Threat,
Ituana,
Black Sheep,
Crispian St. Peters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moody Blues,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slackers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ossler,
Jacques Brel,
June Days,
The Count Five,
Faust,
Joe Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
FM Einheit,
Bad Manners,
Bill Wells,
Babytalk,
Visage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donny Hathaway,
Gregory Isaacs,
Das Ding,
Al Stewart,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-Ray Spex,
Ken Boothe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Byron Stingily,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.