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 Malta and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Malaria! to the crunk 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Skarface,
The Five Americans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television,
The Mojo Men,
The United States of America,
Circle Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharoah Sanders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mark Hollis,
Colin Newman,
Wire,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monks,
Alphaville,
Ken Boothe,
L. Decosne,
Barry Ungar,
Suburban Knight,
Hot Snakes,
KRS-One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nik Kershaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Panda Bear,
Morten Harket,
FM Einheit,
Neu!,
John Foxx,
Nils Olav,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Womack,
Pussy Galore,
Unrelated Segments,
The Wake,
F. McDonald,
Black Pus,
Swell Maps,
Bad Manners,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Hood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter and Kerry,
Byron Stingily,
UT,
Prince Buster,
Magazine,
The Cowsills,
Juan Atkins,
The Trojans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cecil Taylor,
Brand Nubian,
the Normal,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.