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 Cape Verde and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
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 marimba 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 Mad Mike to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
cv313,
The Dead C,
Model 500,
Ponytail,
One Last Wish,
Minny Pops,
Arcadia,
Section 25,
Cymande,
Average White Band,
Aural Exciters,
The Buckinghams,
Guru Guru,
Wolf Eyes,
Sixth Finger,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Slits,
Cluster,
The Flesh Eaters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yazoo,
Godley & Creme,
Erykah Badu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül,
The Fortunes,
Hot Snakes,
Sex Pistols,
the Bar-Kays,
Thompson Twins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Au Pairs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cybotron,
Fear,
Metal Thangz,
L. Decosne,
Aaron Thompson,
Supertramp,
The Misunderstood,
Cheater Slicks,
Tommy Roe,
Joy Division,
Mission of Burma,
Bang On A Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Theoretical Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stereo Dub,
Drexciya,
Lower 48,
Excepter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.