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 Italy and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Frankie Knuckles to the jazz 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Lou Christie,
Brothers Johnson,
Pole,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Davy DMX,
The Stooges,
Bobby Womack,
The Knickerbockers,
Tears for Fears,
The Move,
Brick,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Leaves,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Saints,
Robert Hood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra,
Moby Grape,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Lynne,
Amazonics,
Rapeman,
Altered Images,
Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Goldenarms,
Todd Rundgren,
Fear,
Public Enemy,
Maurizio,
Joe Finger,
X-102,
Grey Daturas,
Youth Brigade,
Ronan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
Yaz,
The Raincoats,
EPMD,
Saccharine Trust,
Chrome,
Wally Richardson,
Main Source,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Kinks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Depeche Mode,
Gang of Four,
Lungfish,
Shoche,
The Pop Group,
Reuben Wilson,
A Certain Ratio,
Au Pairs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.