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 Djibouti and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Theoretical Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
CMW,
Stereo Dub,
Vladislav Delay,
Fat Boys,
JFA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Davy DMX,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun City Girls,
The Leaves,
Das Ding,
Youth Brigade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cure,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Intrusion,
Niagra,
Cheater Slicks,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
Mandrill,
Steve Hackett,
John Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ituana,
The Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
Deadbeat,
Outsiders,
Q65,
Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
The Toasters,
Radio Birdman,
Nas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mo-Dettes,
Terry Callier,
Cal Tjader,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crime,
Ornette Coleman,
Morten Harket,
Lightning Bolt,
Sex Pistols,
10cc,
H. Thieme,
Second Layer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Sonics,
The Stooges,
The Slackers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moody Blues,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zero Boys,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.