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 Eritrea 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Sugar Minott to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Negative Approach,
Sam Rivers,
the Human League,
Country Teasers,
Jacques Brel,
The Misunderstood,
Depeche Mode,
Quadrant,
The Move,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Byrd,
Sandy B,
Surgeon,
The Trojans,
Theoretical Girls,
Harmonia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cramps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Michelle Simonal,
Fear,
K-Klass,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jandek,
Black Moon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Vogues,
Tubeway Army,
Joyce Sims,
A Certain Ratio,
The Last Poets,
Mr. Review,
The Buckinghams,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lower 48,
Terry Callier,
the Fania All-Stars,
Japan,
Scrapy,
Flipper,
The Red Krayola,
Anakelly,
The Knickerbockers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Malaria!,
John Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
The Count Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Lynne,
Zapp,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra,
The Fortunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Accadde A,
Freddie Wadling,
Ten City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.