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 Tanzania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Todd Rundgren to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
D'Angelo,
Ultra Naté,
Tears for Fears,
Chris & Cosey,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
The Real Kids,
10cc,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brick,
The Move,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalann,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Adolescents,
the Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monolake,
Siglo XX,
China Crisis,
Urselle,
The Cowsills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moleskins,
The Blackbyrds,
Ken Boothe,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Khruangbin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Terry,
Absolute Body Control,
The Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Howard Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Accadde A,
Nik Kershaw,
Main Source,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minny Pops,
Glenn Branca,
Sugar Minott,
Iggy Pop,
Arab on Radar,
Duran Duran,
Monks,
Lakeside,
The Gladiators,
The Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.