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 Monaco and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 LL Cool J to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Theoretical Girls,
Morten Harket,
Brick,
Bauhaus,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Görl,
The Associates,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ten City,
The Happenings,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül II,
The Cure,
Judy Mowatt,
Basic Channel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Magma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Parry Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scan 7,
Fela Kuti,
Drexciya,
Quantec,
Mission of Burma,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Fraelich,
Charles Mingus,
Todd Rundgren,
Tres Demented,
Kenny Larkin,
Wasted Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sound,
Faraquet,
Scratch Acid,
Q65,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Index,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Durutti Column,
Rekid,
Marmalade,
Organ,
OOIOO,
Babytalk,
The Victims,
Sister Nancy,
Ohio Players,
Dual Sessions,
Byron Stingily,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.