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 Greece and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Jacques Brel to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantaleimon,
Hasil Adkins,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy Collins,
Eurythmics,
Ken Boothe,
Jacques Brel,
New Order,
Roxy Music,
Brand Nubian,
Vladislav Delay,
Sam Rivers,
R.M.O.,
Quantec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siglo XX,
Eli Mardock,
Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
Moss Icon,
The United States of America,
Johnny Clarke,
Barry Ungar,
Malaria!,
Laurel Aitken,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gap Band,
Stetsasonic,
Rekid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Easy Going,
Matthew Halsall,
the Fania All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Scan 7,
The Pretty Things,
Fatback Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monochrome Set,
Technova,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Divine Comedy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
OOIOO,
DJ Style,
ABC,
Symarip,
D'Angelo,
Alison Limerick,
Shoche,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.