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 Switzerland and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Livin' Joy to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yellowson,
China Crisis,
E-Dancer,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sugar Minott,
The Walker Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Theoretical Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eli Mardock,
Clear Light,
Aswad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swans,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Halsall,
David Axelrod,
Fluxion,
DJ Style,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Teasers,
June of 44,
Soul Sonic Force,
Can,
The Slits,
Soft Cell,
The Human League,
The Offenders,
The Gories,
Mad Mike,
Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Terry,
Reagan Youth,
Sällskapet,
David McCallum,
Soul II Soul,
Suburban Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
World's Most,
The Gladiators,
the Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
Dark Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Laurel Aitken,
The Busters,
Ronnie Foster,
Q and Not U,
Pantytec,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.