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 Morocco and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Ajijia Myrayebe 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Yaz,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Clarke,
Mo-Dettes,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warsaw,
Hasil Adkins,
Absolute Body Control,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Raincoats,
Minnie Riperton,
Sight & Sound,
Simply Red,
Gerry Rafferty,
Y Pants,
Surgeon,
The Birthday Party,
X-Ray Spex,
Urselle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Altered Images,
The Young Rascals,
Pussy Galore,
Sällskapet,
Make Up,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Essential Logic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gong,
June Days,
Supertramp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blossom Toes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Barracudas,
John Cale,
Skriet,
Desert Stars,
Basic Channel,
Suicide,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delta 5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eddi Front,
Technova,
Sixth Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.