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 Switzerland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Camberwell Now to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scientists,
The Toasters,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oblivians,
Guru Guru,
Q and Not U,
New Age Steppers,
Lungfish,
Ronan,
Nas,
Ralphi Rosario,
James White and The Blacks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Skatalites,
Arcadia,
The J.B.'s,
Mission of Burma,
Mark Hollis,
Arab on Radar,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Wells,
Lyres,
The Smiths,
Marvin Gaye,
Liliput,
the Germs,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Japan,
Loose Ends,
Skaos,
In Retrospect,
Unrelated Segments,
Iggy Pop,
Letta Mbulu,
John Holt,
Altered Images,
Black Flag,
Heaven 17,
Babytalk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Womack,
Darondo,
Vladislav Delay,
Nik Kershaw,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Hill,
Cameo,
The Gories,
the Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Goldenarms,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.