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 Mauritania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eurythmics to the punk 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Sneak,
Procol Harum,
Inner City,
Lalo Schifrin,
Susan Cadogan,
Babytalk,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Hill,
The United States of America,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tommy Roe,
New York Dolls,
EPMD,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eden Ahbez,
Pole,
The Beau Brummels,
Kas Product,
Agent Orange,
Buzzcocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The American Breed,
The Invisible,
June Days,
Dave Gahan,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry's Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
10cc,
The Red Krayola,
Quantec,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suicide,
Bill Wells,
Unwound,
The Sonics,
John Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joy Division,
The Knickerbockers,
Simply Red,
Kayak,
Trumans Water,
Scratch Acid,
H. Thieme,
The Moleskins,
New Order,
Infiniti,
The Barracudas,
Pagans,
Pantaleimon,
LL Cool J,
Swans,
Blossom Toes,
Monolake,
Harmonia,
Von Mondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fatback Band,
Royal Trux,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.