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 Comoros and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lee Hazlewood to the funk 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Index,
The Motions,
The American Breed,
The Names,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nils Olav,
Lou Christie,
FM Einheit,
Ossler,
Sugar Minott,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minny Pops,
Make Up,
Motorama,
Todd Terry,
Unrelated Segments,
Young Marble Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joy Division,
Hashim,
World's Most,
Japan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Fraelich,
The Techniques,
June of 44,
The Index,
The United States of America,
Bad Manners,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Josef K,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABC,
Man Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
One Last Wish,
The Zeros,
Duran Duran,
Nico,
Curtis Mayfield,
H. Thieme,
Amon Düül,
The Human League,
K-Klass,
10cc,
Youth Brigade,
The Gap Band,
Ten City,
Rekid,
Massinfluence,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.