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 Luxembourg and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Gil Scott Heron to the crunk 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Whodini,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
FM Einheit,
Black Flag,
Tommy Roe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sonics,
Ponytail,
Absolute Body Control,
Pulsallama,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television,
Massinfluence,
Severed Heads,
Bronski Beat,
Minnie Riperton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultravox,
Intrusion,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül,
the Human League,
Steve Hackett,
Average White Band,
Section 25,
Fad Gadget,
Gong,
Second Layer,
The Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Sneak,
Cybotron,
Darondo,
X-101,
Aswad,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Enemy,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Underground Resistance,
John Lydon,
Spoonie Gee,
Audionom,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sex Pistols,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Porter Ricks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erykah Badu,
Cymande,
Neu!,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.