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 Djibouti and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Hot Snakes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Eden Ahbez,
Howard Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Litter,
X-102,
Hashim,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Halsall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gabor Szabo,
Suburban Knight,
Wings,
48th St. Collective,
Sam Rivers,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxette,
John Foxx,
World's Most,
The Beau Brummels,
X-Ray Spex,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slits,
Ice-T,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unwound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agitation Free,
Scientists,
Boredoms,
Slave,
PIL,
The Fugs,
Morten Harket,
Dave Gahan,
Index,
Negative Approach,
Bush Tetras,
Man Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Severed Heads,
Motorama,
Average White Band,
FM Einheit,
LL Cool J,
Lucky Dragons,
Hasil Adkins,
Faraquet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Liliput,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joey Negro,
Arcadia,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camberwell Now,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.