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 Ukraine and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Blancmange to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Eli Mardock,
Country Teasers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arab on Radar,
Prince Buster,
Newcleus,
The Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
Alton Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
Sandy B,
Josef K,
Nik Kershaw,
World's Most,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moody Blues,
Kas Product,
X-Ray Spex,
Nirvana,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flash Fearless,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jimmy McGriff,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Carl Craig,
Gang Gang Dance,
Loose Ends,
Unrelated Segments,
Sister Nancy,
John Cale,
The Martian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kurtis Blow,
Fela Kuti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pussy Galore,
Maleditus Sound,
Scion,
The Durutti Column,
Jacob Miller,
Visage,
Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hashim,
Moby Grape,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television,
Talk Talk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thee Headcoats,
Gong,
Spandau Ballet,
Tommy Roe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suburban Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The United States of America,
the Human League,
Little Man,
Saccharine Trust,
Average White Band,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.