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 North and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
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 synthesizer 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 X-101 to the grime 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Charles Mingus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nas,
The Human League,
Groovy Waters,
Second Layer,
The Kinks,
Country Teasers,
Black Sheep,
Das Ding,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Velvet Underground,
Babytalk,
Cymande,
Ludus,
Nico,
Talk Talk,
Rotary Connection,
Traffic Nightmare,
Max Romeo,
Adolescents,
Stetsasonic,
Alison Limerick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Depeche Mode,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Brick,
The Walker Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eve St. Jones,
Gichy Dan,
June of 44,
Young Marble Giants,
Deepchord,
Subhumans,
Fear,
Icehouse,
DJ Sneak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Ornette Coleman,
Altered Images,
KRS-One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ossler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cowsills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spandau Ballet,
Mr. Review,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.