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 Dominica and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Sight & Sound to the punk 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Divine Comedy,
Newcleus,
Bauhaus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
Tears for Fears,
Deakin,
a-ha,
Lindisfarne,
Nas,
Barry Ungar,
Gong,
X-Ray Spex,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Dolphy,
Mission of Burma,
Barrington Levy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Prince Buster,
The Busters,
FM Einheit,
Swell Maps,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Searchers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Essential Logic,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pop Group,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang On A Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Almond,
Audionom,
Brand Nubian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
UT,
MDC,
Scientists,
Japan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lucky Dragons,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mantronix,
Glenn Branca,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers,
Icehouse,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Model 500,
Q65,
Todd Rundgren,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.