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 Algeria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pylon to the dance 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cowsills,
Joyce Sims,
Schoolly D,
The Wake,
The Invisible,
Banda Bassotti,
Janne Schatter,
Loose Ends,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
Fatback Band,
Cluster,
Inner City,
Moebius,
Mad Mike,
Index,
Marc Almond,
Joensuu 1685,
Vladislav Delay,
Warsaw,
Minny Pops,
Cameo,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deepchord,
The Beau Brummels,
Radio Birdman,
Dead Boys,
The Real Kids,
World's Most,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Count Five,
Tres Demented,
Sex Pistols,
48th St. Collective,
Stetsasonic,
The Star Department,
Smog,
Rosa Yemen,
The Grass Roots,
Chrome,
The Durutti Column,
T. Rex,
The Barracudas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ossler,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.