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 Egypt and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Rakim to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
The Star Department,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gong,
Tears for Fears,
Pagans,
Television,
Brothers Johnson,
Alphaville,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Hill,
Marvin Gaye,
the Association,
Crime,
Danielle Patucci,
Sound Behaviour,
Donny Hathaway,
A Certain Ratio,
Brick,
Lou Christie,
Roxy Music,
Robert Wyatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Vogues,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Enemy,
The Gladiators,
Robert Hood,
The Buckinghams,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythm & Sound,
The New Christs,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brass Construction,
Monolake,
Flash Fearless,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Foxx,
Tom Boy,
cv313,
Swell Maps,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-101,
Junior Murvin,
June of 44,
In Retrospect,
Idris Muhammad,
Main Source,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Leaves,
Rekid,
Don Cherry,
Motorama,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heaven 17,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cure,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.