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 Finland and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains 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?
Kayak,
Brand Nubian,
Charles Mingus,
Suicide,
The Divine Comedy,
Heaven 17,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Audionom,
The Dead C,
the Swans,
Cameo,
Toni Rubio,
The Velvet Underground,
Erykah Badu,
Pantytec,
Japan,
Nico,
Roxette,
The Music Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terry Callier,
X-101,
Chris Corsano,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Spandau Ballet,
Television Personalities,
One Last Wish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wings,
The Offenders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiohead,
Rapeman,
Donald Byrd,
10cc,
Drive Like Jehu,
Surgeon,
Fatback Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smoke,
Darondo,
Henry Cow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Bowie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slave,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barry Ungar,
Absolute Body Control,
Agent Orange,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minny Pops,
Laurel Aitken,
The Modern Lovers,
Depeche Mode,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.