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 Cameroon and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Model 500 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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?
Barclay James Harvest,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Con Funk Shun,
Judy Mowatt,
Neu!,
Scrapy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scratch Acid,
Ronan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Grass Roots,
The Toasters,
Soul II Soul,
Aloha Tigers,
Alphaville,
R.M.O.,
Ossler,
Sugar Minott,
Liliput,
The Divine Comedy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Franke,
Fad Gadget,
Faraquet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brass Construction,
Vainqueur,
Gabor Szabo,
Deakin,
John Holt,
The Vogues,
Nick Fraelich,
Wings,
cv313,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
World's Most,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Youth Brigade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Standells,
The Monochrome Set,
Delta 5,
Eve St. Jones,
The Names,
The Gories,
The Pretty Things,
the Germs,
Man Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
Quantec,
Easy Going,
The Barracudas,
Gichy Dan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.