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 Cambodia and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Mary Jane Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Oblivians,
Rekid,
Fatback Band,
Lakeside,
Brand Nubian,
The Neon Judgement,
Blancmange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Leaves,
Carl Craig,
Japan,
Bang On A Can,
Severed Heads,
Rotary Connection,
Interpol,
ABBA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minor Threat,
Grey Daturas,
Pole,
Ohio Players,
Rod Modell,
Terry Callier,
Tubeway Army,
The Cramps,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dead Boys,
Scrapy,
Yazoo,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moby Grape,
The Vogues,
Boredoms,
Minny Pops,
The Human League,
Scratch Acid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Machine,
T. Rex,
Janne Schatter,
Popol Vuh,
David Axelrod,
the Slits,
10cc,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Motorama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New York Dolls,
Au Pairs,
Alison Limerick,
The Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick May,
Henry Cow,
Sound Behaviour,
Ossler,
Girls At Our Best!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
Darondo,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.