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 Solomon Islands and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brothers Johnson to the dance 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang of Four,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Flipper,
Jerry's Kids,
Camouflage,
Todd Terry,
the Association,
The Names,
Tim Buckley,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Sneak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Japan,
Organ,
Dave Gahan,
Glenn Branca,
Man Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Angels of Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Halsall,
Average White Band,
Sight & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Wake,
Black Moon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chrome,
Fluxion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Adolescents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Whodini,
Dawn Penn,
FM Einheit,
Anakelly,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pop Group,
Grauzone,
JFA,
Eve St. Jones,
EPMD,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Wells,
Stiv Bators,
Thompson Twins,
DNA,
Alphaville,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moby Grape,
The Smoke,
Anthony Braxton,
X-102,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.