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 Tuvalu and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 The Shadows of Knight to the dance 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Schoolly D,
Skaos,
The Doors,
The Litter,
Skriet,
Robert Hood,
Black Flag,
Lalann,
Lalo Schifrin,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dead C,
Charles Mingus,
X-101,
Anthony Braxton,
Urselle,
Au Pairs,
Yazoo,
James White and The Blacks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Starr,
The Pretty Things,
Fat Boys,
Section 25,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Last Poets,
UT,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fad Gadget,
The Golliwogs,
The Wake,
PIL,
The Gap Band,
The Stooges,
Dark Day,
Youth Brigade,
Flash Fearless,
The Martian,
Little Man,
Robert Wyatt,
Jawbox,
Eric Copeland,
Leonard Cohen,
Adolescents,
Reagan Youth,
Faraquet,
Kurtis Blow,
Negative Approach,
Hashim,
The Human League,
Alison Limerick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Almond,
John Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Model 500,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cure,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.