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 Thailand and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 H. Thieme to the punk 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tom Boy,
Camouflage,
Swell Maps,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arcadia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Mills,
Shoche,
Scratch Acid,
Skriet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moebius,
Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Sugar Minott,
The Cowsills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
UT,
Black Pus,
Sight & Sound,
June of 44,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantytec,
This Heat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kas Product,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Modern Lovers,
The Knickerbockers,
Mission of Burma,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultra Naté,
June Days,
Qualms,
The Techniques,
Deakin,
Whodini,
Au Pairs,
Skaos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eli Mardock,
Outsiders,
Index,
Jeff Lynne,
Zapp,
Connie Case,
Rhythm & Sound,
Infiniti,
Rites of Spring,
Cameo,
ABBA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.