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 Oman and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Hoover,
Terry Callier,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Urselle,
X-101,
John Foxx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Count Five,
Bad Manners,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heaven 17,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young,
Kurtis Blow,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rod Modell,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erasure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roger Hodgson,
Radio Birdman,
Steve Hackett,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Duran Duran,
The Durutti Column,
Motorama,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flipper,
Fluxion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dennis Brown,
Nas,
The Techniques,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
EPMD,
FM Einheit,
Gabor Szabo,
Pussy Galore,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Motions,
Reagan Youth,
The Vogues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
In Retrospect,
the Association,
Vladislav Delay,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.