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 Tonga and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus 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 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 Johnny Clarke to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Hashim,
The Selecter,
Panda Bear,
Fluxion,
The J.B.'s,
Althea and Donna,
Sound Behaviour,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Metal Thangz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June Days,
Soul Sonic Force,
Qualms,
Byron Stingily,
Alton Ellis,
The Gladiators,
AZ,
Black Sheep,
Ornette Coleman,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sonics,
Masters at Work,
The United States of America,
Patti Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Rapeman,
David McCallum,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Easy Going,
Television,
Liliput,
Terrestrial Tones,
Al Stewart,
the Human League,
Mandrill,
Lungfish,
The Slackers,
Moby Grape,
Bluetip,
Eddi Front,
Oblivians,
Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Prince Buster,
Minnie Riperton,
Jawbox,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Christie,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angry Samoans,
The Evens,
Faraquet,
EPMD,
Bush Tetras,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.