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 Cuba and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Flash Fearless 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
JFA,
The Martian,
Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Bourne,
Radio Birdman,
Unrelated Segments,
Mars,
The Gap Band,
T. Rex,
Barrington Levy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fat Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
Absolute Body Control,
the Human League,
The Slackers,
Yellowson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Pantytec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sparks,
The Beau Brummels,
Qualms,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed,
Japan,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Wake,
The Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Ponytail,
Underground Resistance,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Pus,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker,
Henry Cow,
The Remains,
Visage,
Scientists,
Reuben Wilson,
Isaac Hayes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masters at Work,
The Selecter,
X-102,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
Chris Corsano,
The Litter,
Althea and Donna,
Zapp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.