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 Ecuador and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Absolute Body Control to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Sugar Minott,
Scientists,
The Fall,
The Fugs,
ABBA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angry Samoans,
The Gap Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Quando Quango,
Wings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amazonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mission of Burma,
Bizarre Inc.,
Icehouse,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pole,
Agent Orange,
Roxette,
Moby Grape,
Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
Minnie Riperton,
Nils Olav,
Yellowson,
a-ha,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Almond,
Can,
Section 25,
Pantytec,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rod Modell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scrapy,
The Angels of Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rapeman,
The Mummies,
Thompson Twins,
Boz Scaggs,
Sandy B,
the Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Royal Trux,
Masters at Work,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cure,
Television Personalities,
Das Ding,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soulsonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
Bluetip,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.