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 Nicaragua and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Audionom to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Birthday Party,
Sound Behaviour,
Gregory Isaacs,
Byron Stingily,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pulsallama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shuggie Otis,
Moebius,
Parry Music,
The Tremeloes,
Crooked Eye,
Harmonia,
Ultra Naté,
Aaron Thompson,
Arab on Radar,
Rotary Connection,
Eve St. Jones,
Inner City,
Massinfluence,
Stetsasonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Standells,
Ossler,
Wire,
Black Flag,
Con Funk Shun,
Simply Red,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Jawbox,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Almond,
Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
The Five Americans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blackbyrds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Toni Rubio,
LL Cool J,
DNA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fuzztones,
The Trojans,
John Lydon,
The Slackers,
Mars,
Livin' Joy,
JFA,
Schoolly D,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tommy Roe,
Blake Baxter,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Symarip,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.