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 Botswana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Metal Thangz to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Josef K,
The Victims,
Nirvana,
Lungfish,
Thompson Twins,
Liliput,
Swans,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Lynne,
The Real Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
FM Einheit,
The Young Rascals,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Kinks,
New Age Steppers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Don Cherry,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxette,
Arcadia,
The Mummies,
Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
Dead Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Underground Resistance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Laurel Aitken,
The Walker Brothers,
Kas Product,
Magazine,
Mo-Dettes,
Main Source,
Ludus,
The Offenders,
Mark Hollis,
Average White Band,
CMW,
Albert Ayler,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fall,
Rekid,
Morten Harket,
Susan Cadogan,
Brass Construction,
Barry Ungar,
T. Rex,
The Blues Magoos,
The Star Department,
Slave,
Lower 48,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Simply Red,
Gichy Dan,
Joey Negro,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Freddie Wadling,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.