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 Tajikistan and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Iggy Pop to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Motorama,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Au Pairs,
The Beau Brummels,
A Certain Ratio,
The Searchers,
The Golliwogs,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Style,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alton Ellis,
Television,
Wings,
The Cowsills,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Susan Cadogan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dark Day,
the Soft Cell,
Index,
Con Funk Shun,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Copeland,
Michelle Simonal,
Barrington Levy,
E-Dancer,
Ituana,
Outsiders,
Mad Mike,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Flesh Eaters,
June Days,
Joey Negro,
Rosa Yemen,
X-102,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tres Demented,
Anthony Braxton,
Magazine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gap Band,
The Moody Blues,
Basic Channel,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cramps,
Crime,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Velvet Underground,
Sex Pistols,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Skatalites,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.