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 China and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Rhythm & Sound to the rock 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Lakeside,
Maleditus Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Womack,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Groovy Waters,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Black Dice,
Sister Nancy,
Cybotron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
Aaron Thompson,
Scratch Acid,
Organ,
Roxy Music,
Lou Christie,
Lower 48,
Moby Grape,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barbara Tucker,
Simply Red,
The Sisters of Mercy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Severed Heads,
Blancmange,
Wally Richardson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
The Sound,
The Doors,
Vladislav Delay,
Camouflage,
K-Klass,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Byrd,
Intrusion,
Carl Craig,
Wire,
Soul II Soul,
Fatback Band,
John Lydon,
The Monochrome Set,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Au Pairs,
Easy Going,
Ponytail,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.