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 Congo and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Neil Young to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Sun City Girls,
the Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
Grey Daturas,
Ultra Naté,
Audionom,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chrome,
H. Thieme,
UT,
Minnie Riperton,
Eli Mardock,
The Walker Brothers,
Infiniti,
CMW,
Groovy Waters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Clarke,
Fat Boys,
One Last Wish,
Byron Stingily,
Janne Schatter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
a-ha,
Carl Craig,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Simply Red,
The Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Red Krayola,
Youth Brigade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bauhaus,
Eve St. Jones,
Schoolly D,
Fad Gadget,
Connie Case,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fluxion,
Brand Nubian,
Sparks,
Crime,
Matthew Halsall,
Clear Light,
Slick Rick,
Hasil Adkins,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Style,
Ralphi Rosario,
Junior Murvin,
The Names,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bluetip,
Underground Resistance,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.