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 Benin and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
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 The Five Americans to the disco 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Visage,
Chris Corsano,
Rites of Spring,
Tim Buckley,
The Stooges,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monks,
The Martian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiohead,
The Gun Club,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hashim,
Matthew Halsall,
The Music Machine,
Pylon,
Sun Ra,
Circle Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harmonia,
Infiniti,
Godley & Creme,
Susan Cadogan,
Skarface,
The Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Yaz,
E-Dancer,
Black Sheep,
Negative Approach,
Outsiders,
The Count Five,
the Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tears for Fears,
The Associates,
Clear Light,
Scientists,
Little Man,
Laurel Aitken,
John Foxx,
The Real Kids,
Soft Machine,
Moby Grape,
Rekid,
The Gap Band,
The Moleskins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bluetip,
The Buckinghams,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
R.M.O.,
Faust,
Loose Ends,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacob Miller,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.