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 Eritrea and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Remains to the disco 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Intrusion,
Crime,
The Doobie Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fugs,
Arcadia,
T. Rex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flash Fearless,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wire,
Erasure,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alison Limerick,
The Buckinghams,
Wally Richardson,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pagans,
Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
Byron Stingily,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Hill,
Grey Daturas,
Dave Gahan,
Index,
Isaac Hayes,
The Move,
Boogie Down Productions,
kango's stein massive,
Archie Shepp,
the Slits,
Nirvana,
DJ Sneak,
Suicide,
Curtis Mayfield,
10cc,
Essential Logic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Skatalites,
Loose Ends,
Cybotron,
Chrome,
Sight & Sound,
R.M.O.,
Scratch Acid,
Nas,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rotary Connection,
The Saints,
Pole,
Swans,
Josef K,
The Moody Blues,
Soulsonic Force,
Easy Going,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.