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 Iceland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Massinfluence to the punk 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Inner City,
the Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Franke,
Ultravox,
Livin' Joy,
Tubeway Army,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gun Club,
Quantec,
Country Teasers,
Alphaville,
One Last Wish,
Joyce Sims,
Q and Not U,
Outsiders,
June of 44,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minutemen,
Gichy Dan,
Shoche,
The Blues Magoos,
Bluetip,
Buzzcocks,
Siglo XX,
Curtis Mayfield,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Main Source,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul II Soul,
Prince Buster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Silicon Teens,
Gong,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Zapp,
Minny Pops,
Skaos,
The Fuzztones,
Maurizio,
L. Decosne,
Yazoo,
Nik Kershaw,
Aural Exciters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nation of Ulysses,
Easy Going,
The Wake,
DNA,
Shuggie Otis,
X-Ray Spex,
the Normal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agent Orange,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Junior Murvin,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.