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 South Africa and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 The Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Urselle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Little Man,
Shuggie Otis,
Pole,
MDC,
Tim Buckley,
L. Decosne,
The Zeros,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash,
Piero Umiliani,
Pagans,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Christie,
Roger Hodgson,
Severed Heads,
Scratch Acid,
Metal Thangz,
the Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
Lungfish,
Cluster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magma,
Mark Hollis,
Schoolly D,
Dennis Brown,
Circle Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Josef K,
Visage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Sneak,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Stooges,
The Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Starr,
A Certain Ratio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers,
Camouflage,
Duran Duran,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Offenders,
Freddie Wadling,
Blossom Toes,
Ituana,
Derrick Morgan,
The Happenings,
Reagan Youth,
Swans,
Stiv Bators,
Eden Ahbez,
Brass Construction,
the Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
The United States of America,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.