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 Uganda and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
AZ,
Public Enemy,
Eden Ahbez,
Half Japanese,
Sister Nancy,
Marvin Gaye,
The Motions,
Soft Cell,
This Heat,
Leonard Cohen,
Smog,
Shoche,
Circle Jerks,
Josef K,
The Searchers,
Darondo,
Pagans,
Robert Wyatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nik Kershaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Prince Buster,
Jandek,
The Star Department,
Q and Not U,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Subhumans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sugar Minott,
Freddie Wadling,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare,
Yazoo,
Adolescents,
The Fugs,
Charles Mingus,
Brand Nubian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Near,
Bush Tetras,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Basic Channel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young,
H. Thieme,
Urselle,
Andrew Hill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Green,
Siglo XX,
Black Moon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joey Negro,
The Trojans,
Con Funk Shun,
Delta 5,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.