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 Luxembourg and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Porter Ricks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Sarah Menescal,
Franke,
Fatback Band,
Patti Smith,
Pole,
Roy Ayers,
The Index,
Eddi Front,
The Five Americans,
Minor Threat,
Camberwell Now,
Thee Headcoats,
Theoretical Girls,
Godley & Creme,
UT,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sparks,
Slick Rick,
Ten City,
Wally Richardson,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Lynne,
the Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maurizio,
Make Up,
F. McDonald,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pagans,
Roxy Music,
The Standells,
The Mojo Men,
Tres Demented,
The Tremeloes,
The Names,
Loose Ends,
The United States of America,
The Dead C,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Real Kids,
Max Romeo,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Whodini,
Depeche Mode,
Crooked Eye,
Banda Bassotti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.