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 Korea North and from Portland.
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 Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grime 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
The Slackers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monochrome Set,
Masters at Work,
Barrington Levy,
Aaron Thompson,
Sex Pistols,
Sugar Minott,
F. McDonald,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scion,
Vladislav Delay,
Organ,
R.M.O.,
Don Cherry,
Aural Exciters,
Jacques Brel,
Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
One Last Wish,
Essential Logic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Colin Newman,
Alton Ellis,
Patti Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick May,
Dark Day,
The Kinks,
Tom Boy,
The Cramps,
The Pop Group,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sonics,
Guru Guru,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Franke,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiohead,
The Divine Comedy,
Gichy Dan,
Cybotron,
Heaven 17,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Order,
Amon Düül II,
Moebius,
Tim Buckley,
Chrome,
Delta 5,
Eden Ahbez,
Simply Red,
Black Sheep,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Last Poets,
The Gun Club,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.