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 China and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
the Slits,
Byron Stingily,
MDC,
The Dead C,
Visage,
Moss Icon,
Simply Red,
Robert Wyatt,
Arab on Radar,
Mission of Burma,
Swans,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Real Kids,
Ken Boothe,
Fad Gadget,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Green,
The Walker Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Judy Mowatt,
Wings,
Flipper,
Grey Daturas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Danielle Patucci,
DNA,
The Leaves,
Eden Ahbez,
Easy Going,
Sex Pistols,
Kas Product,
The Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stereo Dub,
Absolute Body Control,
Fatback Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Terry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Von Mondo,
The Residents,
The Fall,
Juan Atkins,
Rekid,
Sight & Sound,
Roxy Music,
AZ,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang On A Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Zeros,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maleditus Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
L. Decosne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.