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 Latvia and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Duran Duran to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Maurizio,
The Walker Brothers,
Oneida,
Japan,
Eurythmics,
Rufus Thomas,
The Zeros,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Mills,
Roxy Music,
Alphaville,
Wolf Eyes,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
B.T. Express,
New Order,
The Associates,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Urselle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scion,
Tim Buckley,
Sonic Youth,
Pere Ubu,
The Monochrome Set,
The Birthday Party,
Los Fastidios,
Harmonia,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Hood,
Make Up,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Searchers,
Q and Not U,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crime,
Can,
The Blackbyrds,
Henry Cow,
Underground Resistance,
The Invisible,
Bobby Sherman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drexciya,
Dark Day,
Theoretical Girls,
K-Klass,
Sister Nancy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young,
Mandrill,
Model 500,
The Star Department,
Scratch Acid,
The Slackers,
Tears for Fears,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.