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 Greece and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Arab on Radar to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
ABBA,
Camberwell Now,
DNA,
Pylon,
Grey Daturas,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gap Band,
Basic Channel,
Minnie Riperton,
Swans,
Lou Christie,
The Residents,
the Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Interpol,
Bush Tetras,
the Bar-Kays,
Hashim,
James White and The Blacks,
The Searchers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Underground Resistance,
Nirvana,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sister Nancy,
Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Duran Duran,
Glambeats Corp.,
OOIOO,
The Golliwogs,
Lucky Dragons,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Hill,
Buzzcocks,
Slave,
The Smoke,
Todd Rundgren,
The Kinks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faraquet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Accadde A,
Bill Wells,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalann,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tropical Tobacco,
10cc,
Neil Young,
David Bowie,
Urselle,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Busters,
Franke,
The Cure,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.