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 Ireland and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Idris Muhammad to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiohead,
Arthur Verocai,
Magma,
Moss Icon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camberwell Now,
Ronnie Foster,
Pussy Galore,
Roxette,
Moebius,
Max Romeo,
Leonard Cohen,
OOIOO,
Delta 5,
The Seeds,
One Last Wish,
Anakelly,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick May,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
Funky Four + One,
Quantec,
Bang On A Can,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minny Pops,
Franke,
Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxy Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Darondo,
The Cramps,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mojo Men,
Pylon,
Adolescents,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ossler,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Wells,
In Retrospect,
Second Layer,
The Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
The Index,
The Fuzztones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Das Ding,
Amazonics,
The Raincoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reagan Youth,
the Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.