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 Korea South and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
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 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 These Immortal Souls to the electroclash 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry's Kids,
Outsiders,
Eden Ahbez,
The American Breed,
The Human League,
Echospace,
The Evens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Fluxion,
Minor Threat,
Aaron Thompson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker,
Depeche Mode,
Gichy Dan,
Agent Orange,
The Selecter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moleskins,
Parry Music,
X-101,
Sam Rivers,
Interpol,
the Normal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brass Construction,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Idris Muhammad,
Maurizio,
John Holt,
Stetsasonic,
The Doors,
Stiv Bators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Beau Brummels,
John Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Saccharine Trust,
Dark Day,
Can,
Rites of Spring,
Roxette,
The Smoke,
One Last Wish,
Sight & Sound,
The Raincoats,
Skaos,
Lungfish,
Mo-Dettes,
Bluetip,
Essential Logic,
Tres Demented,
Soulsonic Force,
Joy Division,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.