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 Nicaragua 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
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 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 Roy Ayers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Starr,
Lakeside,
Monks,
Blake Baxter,
Dead Boys,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
The Vogues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tears for Fears,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skarface,
Buzzcocks,
Yellowson,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Sneak,
Wolf Eyes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quadrant,
Thee Headcoats,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Womack,
Infiniti,
Anakelly,
The Golliwogs,
Dennis Brown,
Marmalade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eurythmics,
Alphaville,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultravox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick May,
Technova,
The Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Roxy Music,
The Moleskins,
Lightning Bolt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Beau Brummels,
Amazonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Procol Harum,
Freddie Wadling,
Aaron Thompson,
Mark Hollis,
Funky Four + One,
Bluetip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Style,
Soulsonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.