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 Denmark and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 New Age Steppers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boz Scaggs,
Rites of Spring,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cure,
Johnny Osbourne,
a-ha,
Inner City,
Brand Nubian,
Banda Bassotti,
Roger Hodgson,
Harry Pussy,
Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smiths,
The Barracudas,
Stereo Dub,
Dave Gahan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Birthday Party,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
John Holt,
The Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
Connie Case,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Skatalites,
Black Sheep,
Kool Moe Dee,
Charles Mingus,
Japan,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerri Chandler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Rundgren,
Jimmy McGriff,
H. Thieme,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Lynne,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Certain Ratio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sex Pistols,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Theoretical Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Schoolly D,
New York Dolls,
The Pretty Things,
ABBA,
DNA,
Pagans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hoover,
Moebius,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.