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 Uganda and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grunge 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anthony Braxton,
Sandy B,
The Skatalites,
Brand Nubian,
Shoche,
Skriet,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun City Girls,
Fatback Band,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Franke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronnie Foster,
The Misunderstood,
Leonard Cohen,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Mills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hot Snakes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Bourne,
Massinfluence,
Vainqueur,
The Human League,
Faraquet,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
David McCallum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Clear Light,
CMW,
The Names,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grey Daturas,
Kenny Larkin,
D'Angelo,
R.M.O.,
Cymande,
Derrick May,
China Crisis,
X-101,
Ohio Players,
Morten Harket,
Letta Mbulu,
Ornette Coleman,
cv313,
Camberwell Now,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.