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 Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 The Monks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Cell,
Franke,
Erykah Badu,
Blossom Toes,
Mars,
Quantec,
John Foxx,
Guru Guru,
Vladislav Delay,
Spandau Ballet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amazonics,
cv313,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Au Pairs,
Country Teasers,
Junior Murvin,
Smog,
The Pop Group,
Sound Behaviour,
The Remains,
Marshall Jefferson,
Malaria!,
Unrelated Segments,
Parry Music,
Joe Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Banda Bassotti,
The Black Dice,
David Axelrod,
Marvin Gaye,
MDC,
Kurtis Blow,
Newcleus,
Quando Quango,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxette,
the Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
Isaac Hayes,
Ken Boothe,
Con Funk Shun,
Hardrive,
Organ,
Ten City,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Darondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang of Four,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dave Gahan,
Steve Hackett,
Urselle,
Neil Young,
Accadde A,
Scrapy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.