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 Indonesia and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 ABBA to the grime 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Motorama,
Cybotron,
Skriet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quadrant,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
Scion,
Desert Stars,
Excepter,
Slave,
Camouflage,
Public Image Ltd.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harry Pussy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eden Ahbez,
New York Dolls,
Sam Rivers,
Marine Girls,
Public Enemy,
Black Sheep,
Moebius,
Dennis Brown,
The Stooges,
Crooked Eye,
Thompson Twins,
Chris & Cosey,
Judy Mowatt,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
Yusef Lateef,
Jawbox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
Magma,
Neu!,
Quando Quango,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Fraelich,
The Misunderstood,
The Martian,
The Raincoats,
Joey Negro,
Masters at Work,
Laurel Aitken,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Christie,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Music Machine,
New Order,
Easy Going,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.