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 Estonia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Sight & Sound to the electroclash 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Al Stewart,
Man Parrish,
Unwound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Charles Mingus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
10cc,
Fatback Band,
Camouflage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Davy DMX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pere Ubu,
Mantronix,
Darondo,
cv313,
48th St. Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Grass Roots,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Görl,
The Motions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ossler,
JFA,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fluxion,
Sound Behaviour,
Saccharine Trust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Average White Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Pulsallama,
Silicon Teens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jandek,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Patti Smith,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lindisfarne,
Metal Thangz,
Alphaville,
June Days,
Bobby Sherman,
Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.