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 Vietnam and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 The Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Schoolly D,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Youth Brigade,
Dawn Penn,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
Brass Construction,
Juan Atkins,
Nico,
Charles Mingus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ice-T,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visage,
Funkadelic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sound,
Cymande,
Ken Boothe,
Franke,
Bang On A Can,
Easy Going,
Icehouse,
Make Up,
Nils Olav,
Intrusion,
the Bar-Kays,
OOIOO,
Camberwell Now,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young,
Bill Wells,
Rites of Spring,
Roxy Music,
Quadrant,
The Cosmic Jokers,
La Düsseldorf,
Subhumans,
Gang Green,
The Smoke,
Livin' Joy,
Pylon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deakin,
The Fortunes,
The Smiths,
Surgeon,
H. Thieme,
Loose Ends,
Little Man,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
The Wake,
John Cale,
Panda Bear,
Technova,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.