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 Barbados and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 T.S.O.L. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Wells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nils Olav,
Black Moon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minutemen,
Wire,
DJ Sneak,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tears for Fears,
Blossom Toes,
Lakeside,
The Dave Clark Five,
Babytalk,
T. Rex,
Wings,
Y Pants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gabor Szabo,
Sound Behaviour,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
OOIOO,
The Victims,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gap Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harry Pussy,
Kas Product,
Anakelly,
The Grass Roots,
Cymande,
Dave Gahan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Malaria!,
Joe Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-101,
U.S. Maple,
Susan Cadogan,
Mr. Review,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slackers,
Mad Mike,
James White and The Blacks,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Sherman,
The Durutti Column,
Motorama,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker,
Average White Band,
Warren Ellis,
Essential Logic,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.