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 Chile and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Mantronix to the grime 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nico,
Barry Ungar,
Depeche Mode,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camberwell Now,
Nas,
Urselle,
The Neon Judgement,
Yellowson,
Average White Band,
Ossler,
The Busters,
The Birthday Party,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick Morgan,
Dark Day,
Country Teasers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed,
Jacques Brel,
Kas Product,
Saccharine Trust,
The Victims,
Davy DMX,
The Litter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Angels of Light,
Ultravox,
Scan 7,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker,
Black Bananas,
Brick,
Grauzone,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Smooth,
Roxette,
the Normal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erykah Badu,
Mo-Dettes,
Spandau Ballet,
Radio Birdman,
Tres Demented,
Eurythmics,
Black Flag,
The Music Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maurizio,
Pantaleimon,
Sister Nancy,
Ten City,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.