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 Mauritania and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Davy DMX to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
David McCallum,
the Bar-Kays,
Intrusion,
Sex Pistols,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Womack,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
June of 44,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
Babytalk,
Wasted Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ituana,
Buzzcocks,
The Young Rascals,
The Shadows of Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
Sarah Menescal,
CMW,
Urselle,
Roxy Music,
Scan 7,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television Personalities,
Hoover,
Jeff Mills,
Outsiders,
Camouflage,
Little Man,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Trojans,
Toni Rubio,
Bob Dylan,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Starr,
Hashim,
Rites of Spring,
In Retrospect,
Al Stewart,
China Crisis,
Todd Rundgren,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bush Tetras,
Visage,
Rekid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Fatback Band,
Simply Red,
Kas Product,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.