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 Azerbaijan and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
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 synthesizer 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 Easy Going 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Boz Scaggs,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crime,
Davy DMX,
Bush Tetras,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sandy B,
Eurythmics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Carl Craig,
Soulsonic Force,
The Busters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Mills,
Neu!,
The Five Americans,
Babytalk,
F. McDonald,
Magma,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Gichy Dan,
The Zeros,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
LL Cool J,
The Leaves,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scratch Acid,
Liliput,
Black Moon,
Easy Going,
Mr. Review,
Simply Red,
Altered Images,
Yellowson,
Fugazi,
Metal Thangz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Black Dice,
Kevin Saunderson,
Juan Atkins,
Sparks,
Byron Stingily,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Archie Shepp,
David McCallum,
T.S.O.L.,
Freddie Wadling,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Desert Stars,
Ossler,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.