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 Belgium and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Public Enemy to the grime 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Dolphy,
Aswad,
Ice-T,
The Moody Blues,
Isaac Hayes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pagans,
Lou Christie,
Trumans Water,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Can,
The American Breed,
Von Mondo,
Popol Vuh,
L. Decosne,
The Human League,
The Grass Roots,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scrapy,
Cymande,
Deepchord,
Ultra Naté,
Inner City,
Funky Four + One,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythm & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gladiators,
Gang Starr,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Style,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ohio Players,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Model 500,
Ituana,
John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Crime,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yaz,
Crash Course in Science,
Shoche,
Blossom Toes,
Rosa Yemen,
David Bowie,
The Litter,
Sandy B,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang of Four,
The Stooges,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Sherman,
Mission of Burma,
Aural Exciters,
Livin' Joy,
Second Layer,
Soft Machine,
Don Cherry,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.