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 South Africa and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Yazoo to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Marmalade,
Nick Fraelich,
Fad Gadget,
Moss Icon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angry Samoans,
The Litter,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Donald Byrd,
Severed Heads,
James White and The Blacks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rosa Yemen,
Urselle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gap Band,
Lindisfarne,
The Dave Clark Five,
June of 44,
Lyres,
Al Stewart,
Robert Wyatt,
Massinfluence,
The Offenders,
Howard Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dead C,
Accadde A,
Scratch Acid,
Ultra Naté,
Jesper Dahlback,
MDC,
K-Klass,
Fear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deadbeat,
Scion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Smooth,
Mars,
Skriet,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
E-Dancer,
Fatback Band,
the Normal,
the Association,
a-ha,
Amon Düül II,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anakelly,
The Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gories,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.