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 Cyprus and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Fluxion to the jazz 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
FM Einheit,
Amazonics,
Mission of Burma,
Rakim,
Don Cherry,
Camberwell Now,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smoke,
Rufus Thomas,
Alton Ellis,
Hashim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Teasers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warren Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
The Leaves,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Smooth,
Malaria!,
Robert Wyatt,
Gong,
The Red Krayola,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young,
Japan,
Intrusion,
The Cramps,
Terry Callier,
Shoche,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultra Naté,
Soul II Soul,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Evens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faust,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
CMW,
Make Up,
Black Pus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Outsiders,
Skarface,
Negative Approach,
Josef K,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Absolute Body Control,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
In Retrospect,
The Slackers,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liliput,
Masters at Work,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.