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 Bahrain and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Talk Talk to the crunk 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fall,
Bang On A Can,
Ten City,
F. McDonald,
Gastr Del Sol,
Little Man,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scrapy,
Sugar Minott,
The Selecter,
Audionom,
Jacques Brel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barrington Levy,
Black Flag,
Jeff Lynne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bauhaus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lakeside,
the Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
The Golliwogs,
Whodini,
Hardrive,
Jandek,
Hashim,
Scratch Acid,
The United States of America,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Desert Stars,
Alphaville,
Lucky Dragons,
Don Cherry,
Adolescents,
Rotary Connection,
Danielle Patucci,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cure,
Sixth Finger,
The Monks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amazonics,
Dawn Penn,
Average White Band,
Bobby Womack,
Gang of Four,
The Misunderstood,
Moss Icon,
The Invisible,
Radiopuhelimet,
Connie Case,
Stiv Bators,
Michelle Simonal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
World's Most,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.