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 Tunisia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Morten Harket to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Toasters,
Khruangbin,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flipper,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bob Dylan,
The Fuzztones,
Soul II Soul,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Y Pants,
Letta Mbulu,
Deepchord,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erasure,
Eric Dolphy,
Jandek,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Little Man,
Black Pus,
The Angels of Light,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skaos,
The Evens,
Arcadia,
Brothers Johnson,
Deadbeat,
T. Rex,
Inner City,
The Doobie Brothers,
Organ,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Count Five,
Urselle,
Ohio Players,
The New Christs,
Quantec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Althea and Donna,
The Sisters of Mercy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Teasers,
Don Cherry,
Freddie Wadling,
EPMD,
Excepter,
A Certain Ratio,
KRS-One,
Cybotron,
Dead Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Wells,
Suicide,
H. Thieme,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.