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 Liberia and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 J.B.'s to the punk 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ten City,
The Music Machine,
Don Cherry,
Sun City Girls,
The Real Kids,
Radiohead,
Visage,
June Days,
Derrick Morgan,
Slick Rick,
New Age Steppers,
Scrapy,
Loose Ends,
Eddi Front,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magma,
Marc Almond,
Minutemen,
Stiv Bators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Association,
Marmalade,
Darondo,
Nirvana,
the Germs,
Kerri Chandler,
Soulsonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Ohio Players,
Adolescents,
Chris Corsano,
Anakelly,
The Fall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oblivians,
These Immortal Souls,
Mars,
Vainqueur,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barrington Levy,
Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
Main Source,
Rosa Yemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lower 48,
The Invisible,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delta 5,
the Human League,
The Golliwogs,
Liliput,
Easy Going,
Chris & Cosey,
Connie Case,
Gang Green,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.