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 Indonesia and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Pantytec to the grunge 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Accadde A,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
Japan,
R.M.O.,
Warren Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harmonia,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Wyatt,
Don Cherry,
Sarah Menescal,
Hot Snakes,
Godley & Creme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David McCallum,
Ludus,
Archie Shepp,
Masters at Work,
Audionom,
the Association,
Tubeway Army,
the Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
Whodini,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alphaville,
The Litter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Finger,
Rotary Connection,
Barclay James Harvest,
Danielle Patucci,
Scion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nas,
The Blackbyrds,
The Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Zapp,
Quando Quango,
Cybotron,
Khruangbin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Sherman,
New York Dolls,
John Foxx,
Black Moon,
Black Sheep,
The Pretty Things,
Janne Schatter,
Darondo,
Easy Going,
Joy Division,
Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Normal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rekid,
Connie Case,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.