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 Benin and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ossler to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Oneida,
Pierre Henry,
Zapp,
Hot Snakes,
Neu!,
L. Decosne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flash Fearless,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
E-Dancer,
Bill Near,
Buzzcocks,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris Corsano,
Man Parrish,
Ponytail,
Pussy Galore,
Patti Smith,
John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aloha Tigers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Evens,
The Monks,
Intrusion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crime,
Barrington Levy,
Skarface,
Quadrant,
Kurtis Blow,
Y Pants,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slackers,
Pantaleimon,
Moebius,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visage,
Qualms,
Stiv Bators,
David Axelrod,
Little Man,
Absolute Body Control,
A Certain Ratio,
Piero Umiliani,
The American Breed,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radio Birdman,
Arthur Verocai,
Brand Nubian,
The Slits,
Joy Division,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.