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 Palau and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pop Group to the grunge 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gabor Szabo,
Kayak,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television Personalities,
The Residents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Main Source,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ice-T,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris & Cosey,
Swell Maps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
Yaz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brass Construction,
Newcleus,
The Moody Blues,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Womack,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Icehouse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Machine,
Q65,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Almond,
Absolute Body Control,
Patti Smith,
Connie Case,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
Groovy Waters,
Howard Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cowsills,
Janne Schatter,
Trumans Water,
Alice Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
Tubeway Army,
Clear Light,
The Motions,
Negative Approach,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Mills,
Interpol,
Echospace,
Organ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heaven 17,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.