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 Palau and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Godley & Creme to the grunge 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Minutemen,
DJ Style,
The Red Krayola,
Moebius,
The Doors,
Saccharine Trust,
The Martian,
JFA,
The J.B.'s,
Barrington Levy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stockholm Monsters,
OOIOO,
Bobby Sherman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lungfish,
Josef K,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smiths,
Technova,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang of Four,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skaos,
Chris Corsano,
Model 500,
Man Parrish,
Rapeman,
PIL,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Near,
Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
Mantronix,
Matthew Bourne,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Hill,
Fela Kuti,
T. Rex,
The Buckinghams,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Bar-Kays,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Clear Light,
World's Most,
The Gap Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Music Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Isaac Hayes,
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.