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 United Kingdom and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 The Durutti Column to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pole,
Michelle Simonal,
Magma,
The Doors,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Don Cherry,
EPMD,
Eurythmics,
The Happenings,
Mark Hollis,
Delta 5,
Gichy Dan,
FM Einheit,
Rites of Spring,
Inner City,
Rapeman,
Excepter,
Altered Images,
Visage,
Loose Ends,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Dorothy Ashby,
cv313,
Eric Copeland,
Kerri Chandler,
Prince Buster,
Todd Terry,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Judy Mowatt,
Make Up,
Trumans Water,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Adolescents,
Sonny Sharrock,
One Last Wish,
Kaleidoscope,
Howard Jones,
Chris Corsano,
The Associates,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
AZ,
Siglo XX,
Harmonia,
Brick,
China Crisis,
Fat Boys,
Motorama,
Robert Hood,
Aloha Tigers,
H. Thieme,
Bob Dylan,
Kurtis Blow,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Flag,
Niagra,
Boz Scaggs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eli Mardock,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.