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 Ethiopia and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 LL Cool J to the techno 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker,
Ohio Players,
The Durutti Column,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lakeside,
The Flesh Eaters,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Last Poets,
Yellowson,
Reuben Wilson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Real Kids,
Brass Construction,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick May,
The Leaves,
Lucky Dragons,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter & Gordon,
Don Cherry,
Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Gang of Four,
Bobbi Humphrey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fat Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Slick Rick,
Sonic Youth,
Radio Birdman,
The Trojans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Foxx,
Dave Gahan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smiths,
Fatback Band,
Mantronix,
Sandy B,
L. Decosne,
Ornette Coleman,
Joensuu 1685,
Quantec,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül,
a-ha,
Neu!,
Soulsonic Force,
Darondo,
The Black Dice,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.