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 Lesotho and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Section 25 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
ABBA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Inner City,
Marvin Gaye,
Roger Hodgson,
Neu!,
Jeff Mills,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aural Exciters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June of 44,
Bauhaus,
The Fugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Zapp,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cluster,
Eurythmics,
Arcadia,
The Names,
Mark Hollis,
Pulsallama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
This Heat,
The Stooges,
Fear,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Lynne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Five Americans,
Procol Harum,
Whodini,
Japan,
Bobby Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tubeway Army,
The Move,
The Remains,
Scrapy,
Matthew Halsall,
Connie Case,
Bluetip,
The Tremeloes,
Fad Gadget,
Skaos,
Bad Manners,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mojo Men,
MDC,
The Litter,
Y Pants,
Joe Finger,
Joe Smooth,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.