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 Nepal and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Lydon,
Camberwell Now,
Prince Buster,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Bourne,
Desert Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxette,
Pussy Galore,
Flipper,
Inner City,
The Skatalites,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hashim,
Masters at Work,
Slave,
Supertramp,
Animal Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
Warsaw,
Gong,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry's Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Black Pus,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gladiators,
Adolescents,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minny Pops,
New Age Steppers,
Little Man,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liliput,
Kurtis Blow,
Graham Central Station,
Janne Schatter,
Porter Ricks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Kinks,
Danielle Patucci,
Pole,
Cecil Taylor,
John Cale,
JFA,
Joe Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pretty Things,
Fear,
Essential Logic,
Scan 7,
Dennis Brown,
The Blackbyrds,
Underground Resistance,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.