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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 The Beau Brummels to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang of Four,
Masters at Work,
Deepchord,
Kenny Larkin,
La Düsseldorf,
Duran Duran,
Boogie Down Productions,
Banda Bassotti,
Surgeon,
The Gories,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mad Mike,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mandrill,
Oneida,
New Order,
Yaz,
Procol Harum,
James White and The Blacks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cal Tjader,
Swell Maps,
Popol Vuh,
Nirvana,
Brick,
Radiohead,
The Smoke,
David Axelrod,
Todd Rundgren,
Wire,
Black Sheep,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Grass Roots,
Pylon,
The Associates,
Bauhaus,
Malaria!,
JFA,
Loose Ends,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Albert Ayler,
The Residents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Make Up,
The Golliwogs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
OOIOO,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Remains,
Slave,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yazoo,
Iggy Pop,
MDC,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.