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 Turkey and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Blancmange,
Franke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soulsonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Crime,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mantronix,
Eric Copeland,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Terry,
Second Layer,
Todd Rundgren,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Idris Muhammad,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sound,
Lungfish,
the Human League,
Tommy Roe,
Pantytec,
Gang Starr,
Lightning Bolt,
The Neon Judgement,
Mark Hollis,
Television Personalities,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Iggy Pop,
Nik Kershaw,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cure,
Royal Trux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cowsills,
Laurel Aitken,
the Association,
Nico,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minny Pops,
Young Marble Giants,
The Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drexciya,
The Names,
Icehouse,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Underground Resistance,
Khruangbin,
The Toasters,
The Gories,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Evens,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.