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 Yemen and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Eurythmics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fall,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Monks,
Byron Stingily,
The Trojans,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
the Human League,
FM Einheit,
Joe Smooth,
Organ,
Ludus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camberwell Now,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erasure,
Avey Tare,
Steve Hackett,
Wally Richardson,
Blake Baxter,
Sister Nancy,
The Associates,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delta 5,
John Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siglo XX,
Junior Murvin,
The Searchers,
Gichy Dan,
Kurtis Blow,
Magma,
The Misunderstood,
Brick,
Joey Negro,
Nirvana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacob Miller,
T. Rex,
Boredoms,
Matthew Halsall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Modern Lovers,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.