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 Tehran.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Erasure,
Cluster,
Joe Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Banda Bassotti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy Collins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maurizio,
kango's stein massive,
Yaz,
Byron Stingily,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Human League,
Darondo,
Derrick May,
Charles Mingus,
Visage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
LL Cool J,
The Birthday Party,
Idris Muhammad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
R.M.O.,
Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Five Americans,
The Slits,
Fela Kuti,
Yazoo,
Deepchord,
Minny Pops,
The Toasters,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Seeds,
The Searchers,
June Days,
Khruangbin,
the Human League,
Severed Heads,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Wake,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
The Offenders,
Roxy Music,
Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dark Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.