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 Turkmenistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 David Bowie 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 Bobby Womack to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Black Moon,
Arthur Verocai,
Flash Fearless,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dawn Penn,
The Index,
Blossom Toes,
X-101,
World's Most,
Roxette,
Nils Olav,
Mad Mike,
Subhumans,
Marine Girls,
The Five Americans,
The Wake,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pretty Things,
The Cowsills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Henry Cow,
the Germs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deakin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dave Gahan,
The Skatalites,
The Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donny Hathaway,
Yazoo,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Stooges,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delon & Dalcan,
kango's stein massive,
OOIOO,
Warsaw,
Jeff Mills,
Smog,
Kurtis Blow,
Schoolly D,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Searchers,
The Dead C,
Marc Almond,
Pagans,
the Normal,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gladiators,
Laurel Aitken,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monks,
Rod Modell,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.