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 Congo and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gerry Rafferty to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Symarip,
The Count Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Rundgren,
The Walker Brothers,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Cale,
The Dead C,
Au Pairs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glenn Branca,
Icehouse,
The Angels of Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Associates,
Altered Images,
Eric Copeland,
The Durutti Column,
Yaz,
Easy Going,
Accadde A,
Shoche,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Osbourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fear,
a-ha,
Heaven 17,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Outsiders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Starr,
The Trojans,
Max Romeo,
Skriet,
Ponytail,
The Cowsills,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Invisible,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Buzzcocks,
Suicide,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angry Samoans,
Joensuu 1685,
The Knickerbockers,
D'Angelo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agent Orange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stereo Dub,
New Age Steppers,
The Index,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.