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 Libya and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Bananas,
Skaos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kayak,
John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
Buzzcocks,
Guru Guru,
Simply Red,
OOIOO,
The Mojo Men,
The Martian,
Funkadelic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Davy DMX,
Schoolly D,
The Zeros,
Yusef Lateef,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Subhumans,
Bauhaus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Almond,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Ultravox,
Gabor Szabo,
Rapeman,
The Neon Judgement,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DNA,
Glenn Branca,
The Stooges,
Q and Not U,
Swans,
Sex Pistols,
Connie Case,
Sällskapet,
Terry Callier,
Camberwell Now,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Kinks,
Lalann,
Agent Orange,
Letta Mbulu,
Moss Icon,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker,
X-Ray Spex,
Nico,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.