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 Oman and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Can to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-Ray Spex,
Dave Gahan,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Mills,
Wolf Eyes,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Wake,
Max Romeo,
Brick,
Masters at Work,
Audionom,
Radiohead,
Half Japanese,
Animal Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun City Girls,
Lungfish,
Urselle,
Iggy Pop,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlback,
Panda Bear,
Los Fastidios,
The Fuzztones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Al Stewart,
Agent Orange,
Ornette Coleman,
Josef K,
The Pop Group,
The Offenders,
Intrusion,
Ronan,
The Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacques Brel,
Subhumans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Duran Duran,
Anakelly,
Dawn Penn,
Pylon,
The Music Machine,
Carl Craig,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Teasers,
ABBA,
Anthony Braxton,
Bauhaus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.