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 Malta and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Tommy Roe to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
E-Dancer,
Urselle,
Man Parrish,
Davy DMX,
Siglo XX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
EPMD,
FM Einheit,
Blake Baxter,
Motorama,
The Angels of Light,
Deadbeat,
Reuben Wilson,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spandau Ballet,
China Crisis,
KRS-One,
Ten City,
Ituana,
Wasted Youth,
Rod Modell,
Dawn Penn,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
B.T. Express,
Arcadia,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boogie Down Productions,
T.S.O.L.,
Vainqueur,
Alice Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
Thee Headcoats,
Drexciya,
The New Christs,
Bang On A Can,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Hood,
Gong,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thompson Twins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Babytalk,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Martian,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deakin,
Lungfish,
The Red Krayola,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aswad,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.