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 Tonga and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
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 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 Minutemen to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Wings 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
The Human League,
Harmonia,
Scion,
Sällskapet,
The Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aaron Thompson,
Barbara Tucker,
A Certain Ratio,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pop Group,
Reagan Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Skaos,
Niagra,
The Associates,
Zapp,
The Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Aural Exciters,
The Gap Band,
Fat Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heaven 17,
Nick Fraelich,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Teasers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shuggie Otis,
Main Source,
Harpers Bizarre,
Babytalk,
The Music Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Porter Ricks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
UT,
The Fortunes,
Agent Orange,
Byron Stingily,
Donald Byrd,
David Bowie,
Stereo Dub,
Donny Hathaway,
The Trojans,
The Black Dice,
Kayak,
Desert Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
E-Dancer,
John Foxx,
LL Cool J,
Kaleidoscope,
Schoolly D,
Adolescents,
Flipper,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Accadde A,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.