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 Somalia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Little Man to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Urselle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Rundgren,
Connie Case,
Heaven 17,
The Neon Judgement,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Ten City,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Parry Music,
Sarah Menescal,
10cc,
Thee Headcoats,
Main Source,
Minor Threat,
the Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Selecter,
cv313,
June Days,
Alphaville,
Maleditus Sound,
Scientists,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Max Romeo,
The Monochrome Set,
E-Dancer,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swans,
Ponytail,
MDC,
Massinfluence,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter and Kerry,
Guru Guru,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Germs,
Tommy Roe,
Roxette,
Outsiders,
Bill Near,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Metal Thangz,
Joensuu 1685,
The Beau Brummels,
Archie Shepp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.