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 Cameroon and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultra Naté to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Talk Talk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quando Quango,
Dawn Penn,
Fela Kuti,
Das Ding,
Todd Rundgren,
Hasil Adkins,
Essential Logic,
Young Marble Giants,
Henry Cow,
The Red Krayola,
The Zeros,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skriet,
Monolake,
Scott Walker,
The Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ice-T,
The Kinks,
Fear,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Moon,
EPMD,
Deepchord,
China Crisis,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grey Daturas,
Pagans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alison Limerick,
The Names,
Hashim,
Theoretical Girls,
the Swans,
Ponytail,
Deadbeat,
The Raincoats,
X-101,
Sixth Finger,
Clear Light,
Rapeman,
Donald Byrd,
World's Most,
The Standells,
Moebius,
Todd Terry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
OOIOO,
Roger Hodgson,
Adolescents,
Funkadelic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
The Techniques,
R.M.O.,
John Cale,
the Germs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.