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 Solomon Islands and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 The Monochrome Set to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
The Invisible,
The Names,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
This Heat,
Alphaville,
Thee Headcoats,
The Associates,
Cameo,
Radio Birdman,
The Evens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Intrusion,
Eric Dolphy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultravox,
Ponytail,
Organ,
Chris & Cosey,
Inner City,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slick Rick,
K-Klass,
Procol Harum,
Tommy Roe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Davy DMX,
Vladislav Delay,
Carl Craig,
KRS-One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Motorama,
Jerry's Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacques Brel,
Negative Approach,
Janne Schatter,
Chrome,
The Blues Magoos,
The Skatalites,
Wings,
Scrapy,
Adolescents,
Fluxion,
Terry Callier,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Association,
Skaos,
China Crisis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scientists,
Rites of Spring,
Tom Boy,
Ohio Players,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boz Scaggs,
The Five Americans,
Piero Umiliani,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.