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 Papua New Guinea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Grey Daturas to the funk 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
The Evens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Animal Collective,
Tres Demented,
Harmonia,
Hardrive,
Trumans Water,
DNA,
The Raincoats,
June of 44,
Don Cherry,
The Saints,
Boz Scaggs,
Blossom Toes,
The Durutti Column,
Jacob Miller,
Morten Harket,
Bill Near,
Skarface,
Bob Dylan,
the Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Wells,
Urselle,
The Smoke,
Nirvana,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythm & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Model 500,
The Velvet Underground,
kango's stein massive,
Malaria!,
Yaz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cure,
The Smiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fatback Band,
B.T. Express,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed,
Inner City,
Marc Almond,
The Music Machine,
The Barracudas,
Unwound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sugar Minott,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stiv Bators,
Wally Richardson,
Quadrant,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.