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 Sudan and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Cowsills to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Gichy Dan,
Babytalk,
The Count Five,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Model 500,
Rosa Yemen,
The Walker Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Suicide,
Soulsonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
Bad Manners,
K-Klass,
Letta Mbulu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slackers,
Funky Four + One,
Blossom Toes,
Sun City Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalann,
Massinfluence,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed,
Simply Red,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Style,
Fela Kuti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oblivians,
Arcadia,
Eric Dolphy,
Spoonie Gee,
Buzzcocks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Mills,
The Real Kids,
Kas Product,
Henry Cow,
Q and Not U,
Joyce Sims,
Pylon,
Arthur Verocai,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Porter Ricks,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Trojans,
CMW,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suburban Knight,
Inner City,
The Pretty Things,
Warren Ellis,
Skarface,
Cal Tjader,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.