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 Senegal and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Girls At Our Best! to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Crash Course in Science,
Freddie Wadling,
Simply Red,
Popol Vuh,
JFA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
The Techniques,
David Axelrod,
Alton Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
David McCallum,
Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxy Music,
Suburban Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Aaron Thompson,
Negative Approach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Velvet Underground,
The Five Americans,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra,
Grey Daturas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quadrant,
Skriet,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hoover,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terry Callier,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABC,
The Cure,
Black Pus,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Byrd,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül II,
Crispian St. Peters,
Saccharine Trust,
Scratch Acid,
Visage,
Neil Young,
Schoolly D,
Joe Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rekid,
Black Bananas,
Jacques Brel,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.