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 Ecuador and from Winnipeg.
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 Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Q and Not U,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Real Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Clarke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slick Rick,
John Foxx,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Davy DMX,
the Soft Cell,
Skriet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dead Boys,
Jawbox,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Mills,
The American Breed,
The Golliwogs,
Porter Ricks,
Parry Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
June Days,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantaleimon,
Average White Band,
JFA,
Eric Dolphy,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
EPMD,
Sandy B,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter & Gordon,
Hardrive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vainqueur,
Dark Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Happenings,
Boogie Down Productions,
Metal Thangz,
Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
Intrusion,
Excepter,
Roxette,
Royal Trux,
Rufus Thomas,
Young Marble Giants,
Amazonics,
Pagans,
Youth Brigade,
The Fuzztones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agitation Free,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.