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 Nauru and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 the Fania All-Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Mummies,
Interpol,
Janne Schatter,
The Kinks,
Brothers Johnson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Velvet Underground,
Lower 48,
Kerrie Biddell,
Accadde A,
The Buckinghams,
Nirvana,
Ultravox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quando Quango,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David McCallum,
The Sonics,
Hashim,
Moss Icon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Grass Roots,
Zero Boys,
The Evens,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T.S.O.L.,
Maurizio,
Depeche Mode,
The Leaves,
Bootsy Collins,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Star Department,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flipper,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Audionom,
the Normal,
PIL,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Sneak,
The Litter,
Q and Not U,
Chris Corsano,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ossler,
Cybotron,
Ultra Naté,
Nils Olav,
Circle Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pulsallama,
Eric Copeland,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.