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 Mongolia and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 David Axelrod to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Trumans Water,
Silicon Teens,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
Outsiders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonic Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Peter and Kerry,
Dawn Penn,
Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
Babytalk,
The Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harmonia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Görl,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
David Bowie,
The Trojans,
Nick Fraelich,
Tubeway Army,
Urselle,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barry Ungar,
The J.B.'s,
Quadrant,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rod Modell,
Gang of Four,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anakelly,
Warren Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sam Rivers,
Panda Bear,
China Crisis,
This Heat,
Aaron Thompson,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Move,
Amazonics,
Eric Copeland,
Spoonie Gee,
The Names,
Quantec,
Mr. Review,
Prince Buster,
Kas Product,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zero Boys,
Minutemen,
The Kinks,
Lebanon Hanover,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.