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 Nepal and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Blues Magoos to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Schoolly D,
Q and Not U,
The Gories,
The Trojans,
Fugazi,
Robert Görl,
The Dead C,
Morten Harket,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thompson Twins,
The Music Machine,
Moss Icon,
The Techniques,
This Heat,
Radio Birdman,
Maleditus Sound,
Eddi Front,
8 Eyed Spy,
Talk Talk,
Josef K,
The Fall,
Stiv Bators,
June Days,
Ossler,
Young Marble Giants,
Sällskapet,
Terrestrial Tones,
LL Cool J,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blancmange,
Yusef Lateef,
Siglo XX,
Severed Heads,
Albert Ayler,
Crooked Eye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
MDC,
Funky Four + One,
Soul II Soul,
Alison Limerick,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visage,
Masters at Work,
Moby Grape,
Depeche Mode,
Metal Thangz,
Goldenarms,
Barbara Tucker,
The Birthday Party,
Ice-T,
Leonard Cohen,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Fraelich,
Cameo,
Warren Ellis,
David Axelrod,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.