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 Paraguay and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Funky Four + One to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
John Foxx,
Faust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantaleimon,
10cc,
F. McDonald,
FM Einheit,
Eric Copeland,
X-102,
ABC,
The Neon Judgement,
Simply Red,
Lower 48,
The Red Krayola,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drexciya,
The Martian,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smoke,
Joe Finger,
Cymande,
Dual Sessions,
Pagans,
Marvin Gaye,
The Detroit Cobras,
Michelle Simonal,
Subhumans,
Organ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Charles Mingus,
Symarip,
Kurtis Blow,
The Shadows of Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Minutemen,
Ice-T,
Intrusion,
Stetsasonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bauhaus,
Tubeway Army,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Audionom,
Bobby Sherman,
Gichy Dan,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quantec,
Fatback Band,
ABBA,
Erykah Badu,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.