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 Togo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Sparks to the grunge 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Unwound,
Wire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Walker Brothers,
The Invisible,
The Gladiators,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Make Up,
Hot Snakes,
John Holt,
Blossom Toes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Babytalk,
Los Fastidios,
Moss Icon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nico,
Judy Mowatt,
the Normal,
Avey Tare,
John Foxx,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dual Sessions,
Aural Exciters,
Qualms,
Index,
The Dead C,
David Axelrod,
Janne Schatter,
Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
The Remains,
Flash Fearless,
Vainqueur,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Searchers,
Gang Green,
Eric Dolphy,
John Lydon,
UT,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zero Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Depeche Mode,
Prince Buster,
Spoonie Gee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacob Miller,
Hoover,
Marc Almond,
Pagans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.