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 Ukraine and from New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Misunderstood 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Negative Approach,
Graham Central Station,
Black Moon,
Robert Hood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unrelated Segments,
Pet Shop Boys,
EPMD,
Skarface,
Amon Düül II,
Vainqueur,
Wally Richardson,
Nik Kershaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Germs,
Bobby Sherman,
Donald Byrd,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fat Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
KRS-One,
The Alarm Clocks,
L. Decosne,
Youth Brigade,
Camouflage,
Goldenarms,
James White and The Blacks,
Fatback Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tommy Roe,
Lalann,
John Lydon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Hot Snakes,
The Selecter,
Arcadia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gong,
Spoonie Gee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Los Fastidios,
Scion,
Suburban Knight,
Basic Channel,
Rekid,
Hasil Adkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ornette Coleman,
Rosa Yemen,
Severed Heads,
Cheater Slicks,
The Stooges,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fugazi,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.