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 Malaysia and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Frankie Knuckles to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Babytalk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gladiators,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry's Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
Trumans Water,
The Doobie Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Pole,
La Düsseldorf,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Technova,
Blossom Toes,
Television Personalities,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hasil Adkins,
Q65,
the Bar-Kays,
Mary Jane Girls,
Organ,
Pierre Henry,
Deakin,
Fatback Band,
Qualms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minutemen,
Brick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Copeland,
John Foxx,
Amazonics,
The Busters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Easy Going,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cramps,
Sandy B,
Kurtis Blow,
Curtis Mayfield,
MDC,
Aloha Tigers,
Supertramp,
The Fall,
Carl Craig,
Skaos,
H. Thieme,
Tubeway Army,
Agent Orange,
the Normal,
Dual Sessions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unrelated Segments,
The Kinks,
The Standells,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.