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 Albania and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Vladislav Delay to the punk 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Arab on Radar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun City Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thompson Twins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hardrive,
One Last Wish,
Bronski Beat,
Brothers Johnson,
Eve St. Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
The Searchers,
Main Source,
The Neon Judgement,
Royal Trux,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lungfish,
Nas,
Sparks,
Dave Gahan,
Babytalk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maurizio,
the Swans,
Archie Shepp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Litter,
Lou Christie,
the Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Görl,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Martian,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scientists,
John Holt,
The Zeros,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Move,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moleskins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Mills,
Neu!,
Toni Rubio,
Zapp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Interpol,
Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sixth Finger,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.