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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 K-Klass to the techno 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Whodini,
Iggy Pop,
Radiohead,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Guru Guru,
The Fugs,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Q65,
Gichy Dan,
The Doors,
Hasil Adkins,
Arab on Radar,
The Residents,
Isaac Hayes,
Jawbox,
Colin Newman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Intrusion,
The Saints,
Minny Pops,
The Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
Radio Birdman,
Arthur Verocai,
Scratch Acid,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shoche,
The United States of America,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nico,
Sly & The Family Stone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Porter Ricks,
The Golliwogs,
Vladislav Delay,
Yellowson,
Quantec,
D'Angelo,
The Mojo Men,
Zero Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Crime,
New Order,
The Dead C,
Skriet,
E-Dancer,
The Misunderstood,
La Düsseldorf,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.