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 Vietnam and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 crunk 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tropical Tobacco,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Freddie Wadling,
Hoover,
The Real Kids,
Camouflage,
Procol Harum,
Don Cherry,
Slick Rick,
Massinfluence,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lower 48,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harpers Bizarre,
DNA,
Neil Young,
Arcadia,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxette,
John Foxx,
Youth Brigade,
Thompson Twins,
Janne Schatter,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Rundgren,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hashim,
Joe Finger,
Basic Channel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deepchord,
Tubeway Army,
Index,
Pole,
Ultra Naté,
Moebius,
The American Breed,
Monolake,
John Holt,
The Gladiators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echospace,
Sällskapet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Organ,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry Gold Smith,
E-Dancer,
Motorama,
Gichy Dan,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.