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 Austria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Ultra Naté to the crunk 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The Saints,
Bluetip,
Steve Hackett,
Rapeman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oneida,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Popol Vuh,
Sound Behaviour,
Deepchord,
The Associates,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Mills,
Boogie Down Productions,
Procol Harum,
Roxy Music,
The Busters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June Days,
Danielle Patucci,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q and Not U,
Simply Red,
Arcadia,
The Selecter,
In Retrospect,
Altered Images,
Michelle Simonal,
Drexciya,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick May,
John Holt,
Ohio Players,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Music Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Severed Heads,
Cybotron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Swans,
D'Angelo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantytec,
the Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
Howard Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Fela Kuti,
Sixth Finger,
Minny Pops,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.