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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Marc Almond to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Human League,
Dawn Penn,
Jawbox,
Audionom,
Marmalade,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
a-ha,
Gang Green,
Bronski Beat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gories,
Main Source,
the Germs,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Lynne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Womack,
Deepchord,
Funky Four + One,
The Black Dice,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Swans,
Nirvana,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
In Retrospect,
X-102,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-101,
Joe Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
Stereo Dub,
10cc,
Radiohead,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Section 25,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Wyatt,
EPMD,
Metal Thangz,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker,
David Axelrod,
Byron Stingily,
Prince Buster,
Joy Division,
Surgeon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thee Headcoats,
Sällskapet,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.