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 France and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Laurel Aitken to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Moebius,
The Kinks,
Bronski Beat,
The Cure,
Eli Mardock,
Model 500,
The Last Poets,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maurizio,
Symarip,
Isaac Hayes,
Schoolly D,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Talk Talk,
Jerry's Kids,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick May,
The Fall,
Procol Harum,
Yaz,
Pierre Henry,
The Move,
Kaleidoscope,
Michelle Simonal,
Camberwell Now,
K-Klass,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
La Düsseldorf,
Lakeside,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
The Five Americans,
Whodini,
Slick Rick,
Cluster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Order,
Black Moon,
Absolute Body Control,
Tears for Fears,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiohead,
Quando Quango,
Marc Almond,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delta 5,
The Black Dice,
The Buckinghams,
Danielle Patucci,
Adolescents,
Technova,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Angels of Light,
Toni Rubio,
KRS-One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.