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 Uganda and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Audionom to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The Mojo Men,
Bang On A Can,
Dennis Brown,
Danielle Patucci,
Model 500,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Certain Ratio,
Pulsallama,
Arcadia,
Derrick Morgan,
Rotary Connection,
John Cale,
Erasure,
Wally Richardson,
Freddie Wadling,
Cal Tjader,
Aaron Thompson,
Desert Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Ornette Coleman,
Magazine,
Index,
Roy Ayers,
Charles Mingus,
B.T. Express,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anthony Braxton,
Half Japanese,
The Litter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun City Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Eddi Front,
Pere Ubu,
Symarip,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Wells,
Saccharine Trust,
Scion,
Lyres,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young,
Skaos,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moleskins,
Davy DMX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fela Kuti,
Slick Rick,
F. McDonald,
Television,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Groovy Waters,
The Techniques,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.