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 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Marshall Jefferson to the dance 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Fear,
Rod Modell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Desert Stars,
Marine Girls,
Cymande,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Red Krayola,
The Happenings,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ossler,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Saints,
Johnny Osbourne,
Niagra,
Ituana,
One Last Wish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Motorama,
Funkadelic,
Hoover,
Easy Going,
Von Mondo,
The Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Bill Wells,
Swell Maps,
Lalann,
The Fuzztones,
Sällskapet,
The Invisible,
Rufus Thomas,
Stetsasonic,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABC,
Skarface,
Maleditus Sound,
Main Source,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Litter,
Matthew Halsall,
The Misunderstood,
Zapp,
Groovy Waters,
Shuggie Otis,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter & Gordon,
Minutemen,
Organ,
Pantytec,
Harmonia,
Dave Gahan,
the Bar-Kays,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slackers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.