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 Monaco and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Marine Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
Lightning Bolt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flash Fearless,
Deakin,
The Evens,
Malaria!,
Youth Brigade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Godley & Creme,
Donald Byrd,
The Moleskins,
Scientists,
The Names,
Au Pairs,
Anakelly,
One Last Wish,
Public Enemy,
Tommy Roe,
The Blues Magoos,
The Durutti Column,
The Dave Clark Five,
Freddie Wadling,
FM Einheit,
Idris Muhammad,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mantronix,
LL Cool J,
The Busters,
Davy DMX,
Roxette,
Eve St. Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
Royal Trux,
World's Most,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Human League,
Vainqueur,
Parry Music,
Yaz,
Quando Quango,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Infiniti,
Blossom Toes,
Aural Exciters,
Eli Mardock,
New Age Steppers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Hood,
Fluxion,
Bob Dylan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crash Course in Science,
Wings,
Moss Icon,
David Bowie,
Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.