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 Antigua and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Dave Gahan to the dance 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Animal Collective,
The Last Poets,
Hasil Adkins,
The Skatalites,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moody Blues,
X-101,
Graham Central Station,
Junior Murvin,
Can,
Mark Hollis,
Skaos,
Interpol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pretty Things,
Au Pairs,
Lou Christie,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Bananas,
Second Layer,
Popol Vuh,
Alice Coltrane,
Ludus,
Pylon,
X-Ray Spex,
Cymande,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Sherman,
The Golliwogs,
The Seeds,
Urselle,
Das Ding,
Yellowson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MDC,
The Wake,
The Cure,
The United States of America,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rites of Spring,
the Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bluetip,
Negative Approach,
Bill Near,
Yaz,
Pantytec,
John Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
AZ,
Ohio Players,
Moebius,
Siglo XX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Accadde A,
Quando Quango,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.