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 Georgia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron 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 rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band 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 Germs,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smoke,
Leonard Cohen,
Infiniti,
Marvin Gaye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Victims,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Au Pairs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Accadde A,
Severed Heads,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brass Construction,
Negative Approach,
The Toasters,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Starr,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dark Day,
Matthew Halsall,
OOIOO,
Ultimate Spinach,
Talk Talk,
La Düsseldorf,
The Trojans,
Robert Wyatt,
Harmonia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Section 25,
Second Layer,
Hardrive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yusef Lateef,
X-Ray Spex,
The Happenings,
Oneida,
Donny Hathaway,
Silicon Teens,
Donald Byrd,
Whodini,
Young Marble Giants,
Dawn Penn,
the Bar-Kays,
Rekid,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra,
Lyres,
Ossler,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül,
Lakeside,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.