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 France and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Wally Richardson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Jerry's Kids,
U.S. Maple,
China Crisis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlback,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neu!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Von Mondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Dark Day,
Ludus,
Fatback Band,
Organ,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
Sonny Sharrock,
Babytalk,
Sixth Finger,
The Zeros,
Das Ding,
Mantronix,
Crime,
Dave Gahan,
The Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
10cc,
Schoolly D,
Symarip,
Procol Harum,
Skriet,
Rotary Connection,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Anthony Braxton,
Colin Newman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q and Not U,
Little Man,
Roxy Music,
Don Cherry,
Scan 7,
Roxette,
John Lydon,
Television Personalities,
Mr. Review,
Moebius,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eve St. Jones,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.