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 Ecuador and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pet Shop Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Spoonie Gee,
Dual Sessions,
Colin Newman,
Sister Nancy,
Rod Modell,
Faust,
Gil Scott Heron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Surgeon,
Scratch Acid,
The Martian,
Godley & Creme,
Gabor Szabo,
Al Stewart,
Echospace,
Scion,
Motorama,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Enemy,
New Order,
The Beau Brummels,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Albert Ayler,
Marvin Gaye,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cybotron,
Terry Callier,
The Offenders,
a-ha,
Camberwell Now,
D'Angelo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Bourne,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Stooges,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pretty Things,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Smog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy Collins,
Zero Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Sneak,
Bronski Beat,
Brick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Saccharine Trust,
This Heat,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.