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 Czech Republic and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Silicon Teens to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Stereo Dub,
Outsiders,
Joyce Sims,
Warren Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cymande,
Cluster,
Kas Product,
Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
Minutemen,
Sixth Finger,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Görl,
the Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
Patti Smith,
Arcadia,
One Last Wish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moss Icon,
Bad Manners,
Mark Hollis,
The Litter,
The Grass Roots,
The Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Motions,
The Move,
The Standells,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joey Negro,
Mr. Review,
Das Ding,
Magazine,
The Last Poets,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terry Callier,
The Human League,
Gang of Four,
Brand Nubian,
Roger Hodgson,
cv313,
Black Flag,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ohio Players,
Yellowson,
Tim Buckley,
Wally Richardson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.