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 Australia and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joyce Sims to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Camouflage,
The Vogues,
Vainqueur,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suburban Knight,
The Associates,
The Seeds,
F. McDonald,
Black Bananas,
Procol Harum,
the Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pole,
The Walker Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Bill Near,
China Crisis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fortunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Almond,
Franke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Theoretical Girls,
The Names,
Harmonia,
The Kinks,
Alton Ellis,
Make Up,
Liliput,
Zapp,
Loose Ends,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Terry,
Prince Buster,
Duran Duran,
The Cramps,
Silicon Teens,
Scratch Acid,
Skriet,
Sun Ra,
Excepter,
Isaac Hayes,
Unrelated Segments,
Saccharine Trust,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Bourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gladiators,
Fad Gadget,
The New Christs,
Panda Bear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gap Band,
Dennis Brown,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wally Richardson,
Massinfluence,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.