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 Indonesia and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Rhythm & Sound to the rap 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang of Four,
Kayak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Cheater Slicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swans,
The Music Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
U.S. Maple,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Almond,
Supertramp,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Organ,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker,
Unrelated Segments,
Groovy Waters,
Moss Icon,
Cybotron,
Chris Corsano,
Aural Exciters,
Dark Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronan,
T. Rex,
The Cure,
Index,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harmonia,
Sonny Sharrock,
Depeche Mode,
John Holt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Bar-Kays,
The Names,
Flipper,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronnie Foster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Buzzcocks,
Public Enemy,
the Slits,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Clear Light,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.