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 Congo and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rap 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Joe Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gories,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
The Misunderstood,
Essential Logic,
Patti Smith,
The Mummies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stiv Bators,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Teasers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Organ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Malaria!,
Ituana,
Lakeside,
Bobby Womack,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hardrive,
The Remains,
MDC,
Camberwell Now,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tears for Fears,
Barrington Levy,
Young Marble Giants,
R.M.O.,
Shoche,
Sällskapet,
Carl Craig,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Steve Hackett,
Lightning Bolt,
The Young Rascals,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
The Slackers,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oneida,
Graham Central Station,
Leonard Cohen,
The Neon Judgement,
Mr. Review,
The Blackbyrds,
Alphaville,
The Black Dice,
Mark Hollis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
Yazoo,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.