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 Angola and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Fat Boys to the grunge 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Sam Rivers,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Slits,
The American Breed,
Davy DMX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Golliwogs,
Blossom Toes,
Quando Quango,
Marine Girls,
Monolake,
Rapeman,
Q65,
Inner City,
Joy Division,
Bauhaus,
Masters at Work,
Barrington Levy,
the Germs,
Eric Dolphy,
Cluster,
Nirvana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Black Dice,
Glenn Branca,
Basic Channel,
The Barracudas,
Amazonics,
Tim Buckley,
The Blackbyrds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sarah Menescal,
Scott Walker,
The Young Rascals,
June Days,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
Junior Murvin,
Clear Light,
the Bar-Kays,
David McCallum,
LL Cool J,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mr. Review,
Hot Snakes,
The Cure,
Can,
Scientists,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Pus,
Fugazi,
Bill Near,
Accadde A,
Technova,
Minny Pops,
Sonic Youth,
Shoche,
Lyres,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.