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 Namibia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rhythm & Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Warren Ellis,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Standells,
Juan Atkins,
Pere Ubu,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythm & Sound,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Sherman,
Steve Hackett,
the Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dead C,
The Trojans,
Ten City,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mars,
The Tremeloes,
Colin Newman,
Gichy Dan,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Selecter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joy Division,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flipper,
R.M.O.,
The Litter,
Spandau Ballet,
Youth Brigade,
Second Layer,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Halsall,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Kinks,
Yazoo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
B.T. Express,
The Fuzztones,
Scratch Acid,
Anakelly,
Minny Pops,
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Cell,
The Pop Group,
Godley & Creme,
Ken Boothe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul II Soul,
Man Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
Supertramp,
June Days,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.