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 Namibia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
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 Durutti Column to the disco 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Dual Sessions,
Ornette Coleman,
Anthony Braxton,
Blake Baxter,
The Real Kids,
Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
The Beau Brummels,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Teasers,
Talk Talk,
Agent Orange,
Slick Rick,
Hot Snakes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Hill,
Aswad,
The Smiths,
Kerri Chandler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Altered Images,
Delon & Dalcan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
EPMD,
Popol Vuh,
The Smoke,
Black Sheep,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Loose Ends,
OOIOO,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Easy Going,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young,
Ultravox,
Robert Görl,
Das Ding,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joey Negro,
Jacob Miller,
Roger Hodgson,
Kenny Larkin,
Y Pants,
Index,
Ludus,
K-Klass,
B.T. Express,
Joe Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
The Skatalites,
The Barracudas,
Roxy Music,
Reagan Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Hoover,
The Flesh Eaters,
Motorama,
Bobby Womack,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.