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 Nigeria and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Traffic Nightmare to the dance 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
X-Ray Spex,
Fatback Band,
Howard Jones,
Minny Pops,
The Fall,
Black Bananas,
Joe Finger,
Fad Gadget,
The Standells,
The Motions,
Roxette,
The Last Poets,
Fat Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oneida,
Guru Guru,
Skarface,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
Rekid,
Ultravox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harmonia,
Bobby Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dave Gahan,
Section 25,
Aswad,
OOIOO,
Mars,
The Dead C,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare,
Dennis Brown,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arcadia,
the Human League,
Barry Ungar,
JFA,
UT,
Funky Four + One,
the Swans,
Kayak,
K-Klass,
the Bar-Kays,
LL Cool J,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q and Not U,
Yusef Lateef,
Nik Kershaw,
Circle Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Jawbox,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flipper,
Black Sheep,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.