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 Rwanda and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Tropical Tobacco to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
OOIOO,
Qualms,
The American Breed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kurtis Blow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
Scientists,
ABBA,
Royal Trux,
Q65,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Green,
L. Decosne,
Warsaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Outsiders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pagans,
JFA,
Brass Construction,
Panda Bear,
The Fall,
Average White Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter and Kerry,
Ice-T,
James White and The Blacks,
The Wake,
Robert Görl,
Y Pants,
Hoover,
the Germs,
Crash Course in Science,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
FM Einheit,
Guru Guru,
The Gladiators,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Motions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
B.T. Express,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Flag,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Pylon,
Judy Mowatt,
Skriet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.