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 Egypt and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Eurythmics to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Isaac Hayes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skarface,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry's Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Lalann,
Susan Cadogan,
10cc,
Fluxion,
The American Breed,
Freddie Wadling,
Dead Boys,
Gang of Four,
Wally Richardson,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool Moe Dee,
Prince Buster,
The Smoke,
Accadde A,
Popol Vuh,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stiv Bators,
Drexciya,
Average White Band,
Anakelly,
The Moleskins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Barracudas,
Cymande,
Barrington Levy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lakeside,
Traffic Nightmare,
DNA,
Siglo XX,
Eurythmics,
The Fugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Lindisfarne,
ABBA,
Kurtis Blow,
The Grass Roots,
Tom Boy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Associates,
Wire,
The Kinks,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Copeland,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.