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 Ethiopia 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
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 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the crunk 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barrington Levy,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers,
Pussy Galore,
Hardrive,
Donald Byrd,
Negative Approach,
Excepter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arcadia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pulsallama,
Joyce Sims,
Sight & Sound,
The Victims,
Gregory Isaacs,
cv313,
The Gap Band,
In Retrospect,
Barbara Tucker,
Grauzone,
Silicon Teens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
OOIOO,
Liliput,
Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick Morgan,
JFA,
Flash Fearless,
The Gories,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Cell,
ABC,
Oblivians,
Janne Schatter,
Cybotron,
Prince Buster,
Fat Boys,
The Names,
The J.B.'s,
Crooked Eye,
Trumans Water,
Supertramp,
Kayak,
Derrick May,
Amazonics,
Nirvana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Skatalites,
Juan Atkins,
Black Pus,
Tim Buckley,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.