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 Turkey and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Malaria! to the techno 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Hashim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers,
Ossler,
Japan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Model 500,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deepchord,
Blancmange,
Panda Bear,
Basic Channel,
Minny Pops,
The Barracudas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Q65,
Lower 48,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxette,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Rundgren,
Sparks,
Morten Harket,
Bill Wells,
Negative Approach,
Maurizio,
Radio Birdman,
Quadrant,
EPMD,
Roxy Music,
The Zeros,
The Grass Roots,
Mark Hollis,
Minor Threat,
Barrington Levy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Angels of Light,
Schoolly D,
The Beau Brummels,
The Knickerbockers,
The Human League,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moss Icon,
John Lydon,
Scratch Acid,
Lakeside,
Eurythmics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moby Grape,
Bang On A Can,
the Soft Cell,
the Swans,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.