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 Suriname and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Neil Young to the disco 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Pole,
Arthur Verocai,
Quando Quango,
Intrusion,
Blossom Toes,
Outsiders,
Roxette,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Litter,
Lyres,
Y Pants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mandrill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funky Four + One,
Oneida,
X-102,
Altered Images,
X-Ray Spex,
Basic Channel,
Derrick May,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Fania All-Stars,
This Heat,
Inner City,
Iggy Pop,
Porter Ricks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fall,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalann,
Buzzcocks,
The Residents,
Groovy Waters,
Visage,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Rundgren,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Theoretical Girls,
ABBA,
Main Source,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Sherman,
Michelle Simonal,
Drexciya,
Simply Red,
Guru Guru,
Negative Approach,
The Blues Magoos,
Smog,
Country Teasers,
The Gladiators,
Desert Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
The Pretty Things,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.