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 Ghana and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 the Germs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pylon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Basic Channel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kas Product,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nico,
Con Funk Shun,
Blossom Toes,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Modern Lovers,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry's Kids,
D'Angelo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Byron Stingily,
Ronan,
Can,
CMW,
Mad Mike,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hot Snakes,
Skarface,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Pus,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
Morten Harket,
The Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül,
Cymande,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flipper,
Brass Construction,
Fugazi,
Suburban Knight,
Sun City Girls,
The Fall,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
cv313,
Lucky Dragons,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Birthday Party,
The Star Department,
Eve St. Jones,
Neu!,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rotary Connection,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Almond,
B.T. Express,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.