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 Honduras and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Bizarre Inc. to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sparks,
Los Fastidios,
Thee Headcoats,
Mandrill,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Lydon,
Ossler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Trojans,
The United States of America,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Walker Brothers,
The Standells,
Second Layer,
Grey Daturas,
Lindisfarne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Marvin Gaye,
The Real Kids,
The Busters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Names,
The Cramps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barry Ungar,
The Techniques,
Deakin,
The Victims,
Animal Collective,
The Monochrome Set,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Tremeloes,
The Wake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Easy Going,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Hood,
The Cowsills,
Arcadia,
The Last Poets,
Roxette,
Aswad,
Siglo XX,
Tim Buckley,
The Index,
the Normal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alphaville,
David Bowie,
Surgeon,
Suburban Knight,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.