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 Venezuela and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Steve Hackett to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
R.M.O.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stetsasonic,
Carl Craig,
Ralphi Rosario,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang of Four,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare,
The Zeros,
Pylon,
Smog,
Darondo,
The Tremeloes,
Aloha Tigers,
Cluster,
Joensuu 1685,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swell Maps,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scientists,
Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
John Foxx,
Popol Vuh,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Desert Stars,
Faust,
Lungfish,
The Motions,
Derrick Morgan,
Mr. Review,
Eddi Front,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yazoo,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pop Group,
The Associates,
New Age Steppers,
Nils Olav,
B.T. Express,
Godley & Creme,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Evens,
Chris Corsano,
Morten Harket,
Yaz,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.