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 Palau and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grunge 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mummies,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Martian,
Interpol,
Fat Boys,
The Invisible,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pere Ubu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yellowson,
Erasure,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moody Blues,
Boz Scaggs,
Eurythmics,
Robert Görl,
The Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nils Olav,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül,
X-Ray Spex,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Surgeon,
Crime,
Rites of Spring,
Dark Day,
Cal Tjader,
Pet Shop Boys,
Accadde A,
Trumans Water,
Darondo,
Cymande,
Minutemen,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Clarke,
A Certain Ratio,
Fad Gadget,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang of Four,
Underground Resistance,
David Axelrod,
Radiohead,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pussy Galore,
The Doors,
Model 500,
Ossler,
Porter Ricks,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.