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 Botswana and from London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Newcleus to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Man Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ten City,
Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
The Five Americans,
Rosa Yemen,
Soulsonic Force,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lungfish,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Martian,
Y Pants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hasil Adkins,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Searchers,
Thompson Twins,
Public Enemy,
Sister Nancy,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
DNA,
Panda Bear,
Minnie Riperton,
Smog,
The Seeds,
Suicide,
Dave Gahan,
Aloha Tigers,
The American Breed,
PIL,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Offenders,
The Pop Group,
the Association,
Davy DMX,
Piero Umiliani,
Icehouse,
Robert Görl,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fortunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wally Richardson,
ABC,
Television,
D'Angelo,
Talk Talk,
New Order,
Harry Pussy,
Rod Modell,
Reagan Youth,
One Last Wish,
Simply Red,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Depeche Mode,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.