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 South Africa and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Crooked Eye,
Joyce Sims,
These Immortal Souls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Subhumans,
Cluster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thompson Twins,
Basic Channel,
The Vogues,
Fat Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul II Soul,
Theoretical Girls,
Lower 48,
Gang Starr,
Fela Kuti,
Alice Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anakelly,
Blossom Toes,
The Beau Brummels,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gun Club,
Flipper,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dave Clark Five,
China Crisis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television Personalities,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Massinfluence,
The Golliwogs,
Josef K,
Vainqueur,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oblivians,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mad Mike,
Porter Ricks,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
CMW,
Masters at Work,
Arthur Verocai,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oneida,
Eve St. Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marvin Gaye,
The Count Five,
Yazoo,
The Saints,
Depeche Mode,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.