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 Iceland 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Davy DMX to the dance 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Holt,
Average White Band,
Duran Duran,
Half Japanese,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker,
The Evens,
Faraquet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacob Miller,
UT,
Infiniti,
The Victims,
The Associates,
Accadde A,
Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Wells,
Ken Boothe,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Kas Product,
Andrew Hill,
Inner City,
Chris & Cosey,
the Germs,
The J.B.'s,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funky Four + One,
Blancmange,
Nick Fraelich,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liliput,
Morten Harket,
Scientists,
Guru Guru,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Busters,
Kenny Larkin,
Sandy B,
Matthew Halsall,
Simply Red,
The Fortunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bush Tetras,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalann,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-101,
Tommy Roe,
Royal Trux,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.