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 Australia and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ultravox to the disco 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Spoonie Gee,
Interpol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scrapy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultravox,
Pussy Galore,
The Detroit Cobras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fatback Band,
Janne Schatter,
Monks,
The Vogues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kenny Larkin,
Pierre Henry,
The Gap Band,
Icehouse,
The Flesh Eaters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Model 500,
Heaven 17,
Eric Copeland,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alison Limerick,
The Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David McCallum,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Al Stewart,
Saccharine Trust,
Arab on Radar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABC,
Make Up,
Depeche Mode,
Barrington Levy,
Lindisfarne,
Fad Gadget,
Stereo Dub,
Nils Olav,
Mission of Burma,
Parry Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Chrome,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delta 5,
Mad Mike,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fat Boys,
John Lydon,
Robert Görl,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.