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 Ukraine and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the dance 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Faraquet,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Leaves,
Pierre Henry,
Negative Approach,
Siglo XX,
The Monochrome Set,
The Music Machine,
Pantytec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
Maurizio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funky Four + One,
Ten City,
Brothers Johnson,
Stereo Dub,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reagan Youth,
Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
John Cale,
Todd Terry,
Au Pairs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flash Fearless,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anthony Braxton,
Bush Tetras,
Half Japanese,
Delon & Dalcan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül II,
The Walker Brothers,
The Move,
Ohio Players,
Sarah Menescal,
Bluetip,
Eddi Front,
Warsaw,
EPMD,
The Sound,
The Fugs,
Leonard Cohen,
10cc,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crooked Eye,
Simply Red,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sex Pistols,
Michelle Simonal,
Groovy Waters,
48th St. Collective,
Deakin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Connie Case,
The Angels of Light,
Whodini,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.