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 Norway and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Taipei and Columbus.
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 linndrum 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Marmalade,
The Martian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Victims,
Nick Fraelich,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cal Tjader,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Royal Trux,
Easy Going,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aswad,
Robert Görl,
D'Angelo,
Urselle,
Janne Schatter,
Inner City,
Shuggie Otis,
Blake Baxter,
Parry Music,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker,
Sound Behaviour,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Audionom,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wally Richardson,
The Cowsills,
David McCallum,
Thompson Twins,
Fat Boys,
Swell Maps,
The Gories,
Neil Young,
Alice Coltrane,
Section 25,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Morten Harket,
David Axelrod,
Liliput,
The Modern Lovers,
The Vogues,
a-ha,
Malaria!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thee Headcoats,
The Star Department,
Tim Buckley,
Soul II Soul,
Ultimate Spinach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Starr,
the Bar-Kays,
DNA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Los Fastidios,
R.M.O.,
Ultravox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.