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 United States and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Groovy Waters to the rock 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Judy Mowatt,
Oneida,
Ituana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Martian,
Juan Atkins,
Anakelly,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heaven 17,
The Buckinghams,
the Germs,
Magma,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ken Boothe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Clarke,
Crash Course in Science,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Angels of Light,
Con Funk Shun,
X-101,
EPMD,
The Cure,
Young Marble Giants,
The Remains,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moleskins,
The Vogues,
Y Pants,
Technova,
Scratch Acid,
Agitation Free,
Popol Vuh,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stiv Bators,
Glambeats Corp.,
The J.B.'s,
Barry Ungar,
The Human League,
Rotary Connection,
The Offenders,
T.S.O.L.,
Mo-Dettes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joensuu 1685,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Neon Judgement,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed,
Boogie Down Productions,
Talk Talk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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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.