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 Lithuania and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Kevin Saunderson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Main Source,
Robert Hood,
Danielle Patucci,
Panda Bear,
Suicide,
Bush Tetras,
Aloha Tigers,
PIL,
The Modern Lovers,
The Toasters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harry Pussy,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-Ray Spex,
Supertramp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hot Snakes,
Donald Byrd,
Ten City,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
The Residents,
John Foxx,
Anthony Braxton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sparks,
Harmonia,
Rites of Spring,
a-ha,
Neu!,
Quadrant,
The Busters,
Scan 7,
Sonic Youth,
Janne Schatter,
The Real Kids,
Funkadelic,
The Mojo Men,
Faraquet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marine Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Fatback Band,
Pulsallama,
Morten Harket,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
The Searchers,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.