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 New Zealand and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Jimmy McGriff to the dance 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marvin Gaye,
Section 25,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Wyatt,
48th St. Collective,
Main Source,
Guru Guru,
Can,
Drexciya,
Ornette Coleman,
Dennis Brown,
Erykah Badu,
Porter Ricks,
Patti Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nas,
Ice-T,
Wally Richardson,
Piero Umiliani,
Severed Heads,
Swans,
Fugazi,
Anthony Braxton,
Arthur Verocai,
Moss Icon,
D'Angelo,
Wolf Eyes,
DNA,
Quantec,
Sun City Girls,
Ultravox,
The Move,
Popol Vuh,
Eric B and Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry's Kids,
Fela Kuti,
Joyce Sims,
Dawn Penn,
Ronnie Foster,
Agitation Free,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Smooth,
X-102,
Black Pus,
K-Klass,
Max Romeo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television,
Accadde A,
Subhumans,
The Real Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rufus Thomas,
Arab on Radar,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.