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 Morocco and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Average White Band to the dance 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Marmalade,
Marc Almond,
Eden Ahbez,
the Soft Cell,
AZ,
The Slackers,
Infiniti,
Wolf Eyes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Move,
The Vogues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang of Four,
Trumans Water,
The Smoke,
Mandrill,
One Last Wish,
The Residents,
Minnie Riperton,
R.M.O.,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Divine Comedy,
Masters at Work,
Laurel Aitken,
Colin Newman,
Tubeway Army,
Aswad,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fortunes,
The Golliwogs,
UT,
DNA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rod Modell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kaleidoscope,
The Music Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
The Durutti Column,
Hardrive,
Interpol,
Swans,
The Grass Roots,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fad Gadget,
The Martian,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Görl,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Panda Bear,
Lucky Dragons,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crime,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
Minutemen,
The Monochrome Set,
Skaos,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.