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 Belize and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Visage to the grunge 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
the Sonics,
Crime,
Maurizio,
Dave Gahan,
Yellowson,
Theoretical Girls,
X-101,
Trumans Water,
Radiohead,
Pussy Galore,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Barracudas,
Severed Heads,
The Cure,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun City Girls,
Joey Negro,
The Real Kids,
The Martian,
June of 44,
The Residents,
Lakeside,
Camouflage,
Con Funk Shun,
ABBA,
Altered Images,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Star Department,
Motorama,
Cameo,
Brass Construction,
the Swans,
Flipper,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Von Mondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sam Rivers,
Soulsonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Monolake,
Main Source,
Fluxion,
One Last Wish,
Masters at Work,
Janne Schatter,
Dennis Brown,
Hardrive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Loose Ends,
Infiniti,
Visage,
The Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wings,
E-Dancer,
Robert Görl,
Dark Day,
Cluster,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.