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 Korea South and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Supertramp,
Agent Orange,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Vogues,
Tim Buckley,
Surgeon,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pretty Things,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ituana,
Bill Wells,
Moss Icon,
Zapp,
Motorama,
Loose Ends,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The New Christs,
The Residents,
Jacob Miller,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers,
Dawn Penn,
Los Fastidios,
The Doors,
the Germs,
Liliput,
Delon & Dalcan,
Josef K,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Hood,
CMW,
Second Layer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Sonics,
Kas Product,
Spoonie Gee,
The Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
Malaria!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quadrant,
Althea and Donna,
The Last Poets,
Dorothy Ashby,
June Days,
JFA,
Howard Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Oneida,
Lindisfarne,
Janne Schatter,
Talk Talk,
Livin' Joy,
Rakim,
The Associates,
Godley & Creme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jandek,
Harmonia,
Aaron Thompson,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.