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 Belize and from London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Halsall,
The Techniques,
Infiniti,
Groovy Waters,
The Smoke,
Mark Hollis,
The Count Five,
Organ,
Scion,
Masters at Work,
Bauhaus,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Starr,
Harmonia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boz Scaggs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tears for Fears,
Henry Cow,
Sam Rivers,
Anakelly,
The Birthday Party,
One Last Wish,
Drexciya,
Danielle Patucci,
Neu!,
The Skatalites,
The Selecter,
Barry Ungar,
Icehouse,
Stiv Bators,
The Durutti Column,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sparks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rekid,
The Remains,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Toni Rubio,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Lynne,
Alphaville,
Sandy B,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül,
Eurythmics,
Severed Heads,
World's Most,
Yazoo,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dead C,
Schoolly D,
Clear Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.