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 Vietnam and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Scientists to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Funkadelic,
Suburban Knight,
The Dead C,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Bananas,
Bill Near,
Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Cell,
The Standells,
Anakelly,
Tres Demented,
The Associates,
Yaz,
Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Saints,
Heaven 17,
The Durutti Column,
Newcleus,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moleskins,
K-Klass,
Qualms,
The Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Darondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Bar-Kays,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Japan,
Connie Case,
The Angels of Light,
Stetsasonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harmonia,
The Star Department,
Can,
48th St. Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
DNA,
John Holt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
Average White Band,
Faraquet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Selecter,
Rotary Connection,
Model 500,
Gong,
The Golliwogs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispy Ambulance,
China Crisis,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.