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 Burundi and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Procol Harum to the grime 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Prince Buster,
H. Thieme,
Whodini,
Ponytail,
The United States of America,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Fluxion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monochrome Set,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alphaville,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gong,
Magazine,
The Slits,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed,
The Mojo Men,
Hardrive,
Pantytec,
Audionom,
kango's stein massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Hill,
Arcadia,
Iggy Pop,
Kenny Larkin,
Easy Going,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Alison Limerick,
Eli Mardock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lungfish,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Five Americans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Misunderstood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funkadelic,
Janne Schatter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
Al Stewart,
Rekid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New York Dolls,
Lower 48,
Mary Jane Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Animal Collective,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.