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 Benin and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Rapeman to the grime 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Kenny Larkin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers,
The Cramps,
Animal Collective,
The Gladiators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang On A Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aural Exciters,
Brand Nubian,
Circle Jerks,
The Star Department,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Sonics,
David Bowie,
The Mojo Men,
Unwound,
Ten City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Young Rascals,
Cal Tjader,
Quadrant,
Magma,
The Cure,
David McCallum,
Flipper,
Sarah Menescal,
The Knickerbockers,
Rod Modell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funky Four + One,
Easy Going,
Royal Trux,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anakelly,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Womack,
Shuggie Otis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Intrusion,
Idris Muhammad,
Pulsallama,
The Dead C,
Bobby Sherman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jacob Miller,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.