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 Congo and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Cure to the electroclash 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ossler,
Funky Four + One,
Rapeman,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harmonia,
Das Ding,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sound Behaviour,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris Corsano,
The Pop Group,
Joensuu 1685,
Mr. Review,
Lalann,
Essential Logic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
The Cramps,
Crime,
Technova,
Youth Brigade,
The Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Hashim,
Eddi Front,
Graham Central Station,
The Offenders,
Blake Baxter,
Loose Ends,
Tres Demented,
Qualms,
Yazoo,
Half Japanese,
Excepter,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultra Naté,
Judy Mowatt,
Von Mondo,
Peter & Gordon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warsaw,
Mars,
Rakim,
Deepchord,
Jeru the Damaja,
Inner City,
Deadbeat,
Aswad,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacques Brel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare,
Crooked Eye,
Black Pus,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.