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 Kosovo and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Nick Fraelich to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Section 25,
Kerri Chandler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Vogues,
Subhumans,
Toni Rubio,
K-Klass,
The Victims,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultra Naté,
Josef K,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marvin Gaye,
Circle Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cymande,
The American Breed,
Marc Almond,
Max Romeo,
John Foxx,
The Monochrome Set,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Easy Going,
The Black Dice,
Jerry's Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Motorama,
Aural Exciters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Mills,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boredoms,
Joey Negro,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chrome,
Althea and Donna,
The Invisible,
Siglo XX,
Judy Mowatt,
Qualms,
Cheater Slicks,
Suburban Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
Letta Mbulu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Basic Channel,
The Misunderstood,
Mad Mike,
DNA,
The Wake,
Quantec,
Alton Ellis,
Minor Threat,
cv313,
ABBA,
Whodini,
The Knickerbockers,
kango's stein massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.