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 Pakistan and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Wasted Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Hill,
The Moleskins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Ohio Players,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echospace,
UT,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers,
Joensuu 1685,
Traffic Nightmare,
Das Ding,
Niagra,
Monolake,
Oneida,
Surgeon,
Negative Approach,
Howard Jones,
The Martian,
Tommy Roe,
Mars,
Rekid,
Eric Copeland,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rod Modell,
DJ Sneak,
The Buckinghams,
Barrington Levy,
Susan Cadogan,
This Heat,
Marine Girls,
The Slackers,
Bill Wells,
Max Romeo,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
The Pop Group,
Siglo XX,
U.S. Maple,
Marshall Jefferson,
Little Man,
Brothers Johnson,
Boz Scaggs,
10cc,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Vogues,
Gichy Dan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Duran Duran,
Los Fastidios,
Brick,
The Grass Roots,
New Order,
New Age Steppers,
Sister Nancy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.