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 Georgia and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Happenings to the crunk 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
New York Dolls,
Derrick Morgan,
Freddie Wadling,
Unrelated Segments,
Adolescents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Michelle Simonal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bad Manners,
Ken Boothe,
Lightning Bolt,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Sherman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Womack,
X-Ray Spex,
Average White Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
Sam Rivers,
The Golliwogs,
The Tremeloes,
The Count Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Fraelich,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Names,
Ten City,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fall,
Soft Cell,
Niagra,
The New Christs,
Danielle Patucci,
Neu!,
X-101,
Sight & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Groovy Waters,
The Mummies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Hoover,
The Trojans,
The United States of America,
Intrusion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wasted Youth,
Clear Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Near,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Germs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.