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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Crispy Ambulance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Marmalade,
Subhumans,
Pagans,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Starr,
Funky Four + One,
Althea and Donna,
Drive Like Jehu,
The J.B.'s,
Tim Buckley,
The Durutti Column,
Trumans Water,
Fad Gadget,
Hashim,
The Fugs,
Lyres,
Kerri Chandler,
Susan Cadogan,
Erykah Badu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Japan,
Erasure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Halsall,
The Toasters,
The Motions,
The Young Rascals,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kurtis Blow,
Alton Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Masters at Work,
Scion,
Monolake,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Bowie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faust,
Marc Almond,
Fear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Music Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Technova,
Gil Scott Heron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Section 25,
Audionom,
Arthur Verocai,
Don Cherry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Happenings,
Eddi Front,
The Smoke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.