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 Nicaragua and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Slick Rick to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Model 500,
The Moleskins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Axelrod,
Goldenarms,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Dolphy,
The Neon Judgement,
Josef K,
Al Stewart,
Sällskapet,
Talk Talk,
Massinfluence,
Monolake,
The Gap Band,
Aswad,
Morten Harket,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonic Youth,
Swans,
Marc Almond,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Infiniti,
Warsaw,
the Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
Yaz,
Pole,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Main Source,
Lucky Dragons,
Liliput,
KRS-One,
Grey Daturas,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra,
Trumans Water,
Outsiders,
The Tremeloes,
Sandy B,
Urselle,
H. Thieme,
EPMD,
Monks,
The Trojans,
Eli Mardock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Searchers,
Barry Ungar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slackers,
Kaleidoscope,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donald Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Kurtis Blow,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.