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 Spain and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Walker Brothers to the grime 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cal Tjader,
The Skatalites,
The Smiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oblivians,
John Lydon,
Underground Resistance,
Whodini,
The Misunderstood,
Pylon,
Nik Kershaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Rotary Connection,
Wings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faraquet,
David Axelrod,
Easy Going,
Oneida,
Y Pants,
The Knickerbockers,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
Pere Ubu,
Leonard Cohen,
Animal Collective,
L. Decosne,
Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moody Blues,
Jawbox,
Pulsallama,
Harry Pussy,
The Remains,
Deadbeat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spoonie Gee,
The Saints,
Circle Jerks,
Jandek,
The Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
Dennis Brown,
Hashim,
Subhumans,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
U.S. Maple,
Alphaville,
The Motions,
Chrome,
Unwound,
Rakim,
The Gun Club,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.