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 Mexico and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 E-Dancer to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Duran Duran,
Wire,
Vladislav Delay,
Bob Dylan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barbara Tucker,
Amazonics,
Crooked Eye,
The Residents,
DNA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
The Selecter,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare,
Robert Görl,
The Golliwogs,
Don Cherry,
Fear,
Peter & Gordon,
Ornette Coleman,
Yellowson,
Mantronix,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Hood,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick Morgan,
The J.B.'s,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Chris Corsano,
The Music Machine,
Black Sheep,
Hashim,
Funky Four + One,
Kenny Larkin,
Urselle,
Boogie Down Productions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Talk Talk,
E-Dancer,
Janne Schatter,
48th St. Collective,
The Real Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
Arthur Verocai,
Los Fastidios,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mummies,
Vainqueur,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Motions,
Barry Ungar,
X-101,
Chris & Cosey,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.