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 Finland 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Alton Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lakeside,
Royal Trux,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funkadelic,
JFA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lee Hazlewood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dorothy Ashby,
FM Einheit,
Blancmange,
Little Man,
Parry Music,
Freddie Wadling,
The Toasters,
Crime,
Brick,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
Oblivians,
Procol Harum,
Terrestrial Tones,
Excepter,
The Divine Comedy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Make Up,
Sparks,
DNA,
Suburban Knight,
Groovy Waters,
The Durutti Column,
ABBA,
The Sonics,
Ten City,
Mission of Burma,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Neon Judgement,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Barracudas,
Colin Newman,
Hardrive,
Audionom,
Yellowson,
Silicon Teens,
New Order,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flash Fearless,
David Axelrod,
Warren Ellis,
Arcadia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.