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 Cyprus and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Negative Approach to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Funky Four + One,
Ten City,
Scientists,
Colin Newman,
Brick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hoover,
Ponytail,
Arthur Verocai,
The United States of America,
Saccharine Trust,
The Vogues,
Fat Boys,
Erasure,
Camberwell Now,
Television,
Maurizio,
James White and The Blacks,
Lightning Bolt,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Urselle,
Roxy Music,
ABC,
Sun City Girls,
Warsaw,
Organ,
Tommy Roe,
Circle Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
Carl Craig,
OOIOO,
Lungfish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neil Young,
Youth Brigade,
David Axelrod,
Surgeon,
CMW,
The Cramps,
K-Klass,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pop Group,
The Birthday Party,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Rundgren,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Depeche Mode,
The Gories,
The Doobie Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Amazonics,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.