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 Germany and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Technova,
DNA,
Jacob Miller,
Pagans,
Yellowson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Essential Logic,
Smog,
the Association,
Peter & Gordon,
Minny Pops,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Almond,
Crooked Eye,
Shoche,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Smooth,
The Five Americans,
X-101,
Mark Hollis,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brick,
Bronski Beat,
The Move,
Skaos,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Wells,
Young Marble Giants,
Sister Nancy,
Stereo Dub,
Colin Newman,
Dark Day,
The Barracudas,
Jerry's Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The New Christs,
Janne Schatter,
Whodini,
Saccharine Trust,
T. Rex,
Grauzone,
Carl Craig,
Charles Mingus,
Soul II Soul,
Scratch Acid,
Ossler,
Clear Light,
Malaria!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cowsills,
Urselle,
Glambeats Corp.,
Iggy Pop,
The Selecter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minnie Riperton,
Main Source,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.