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 Ireland and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Monks to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Halsall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cluster,
X-Ray Spex,
Buzzcocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Seeds,
The Evens,
Agitation Free,
The Happenings,
Scion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fear,
Bauhaus,
Camouflage,
Scott Walker,
Whodini,
Alton Ellis,
Black Sheep,
Zero Boys,
Television,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marine Girls,
Masters at Work,
Bronski Beat,
ABC,
The Moleskins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Inner City,
Magma,
Bad Manners,
Sight & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dark Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Albert Ayler,
Rotary Connection,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
The Flesh Eaters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rod Modell,
Desert Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Juan Atkins,
The Young Rascals,
Flash Fearless,
Fatback Band,
In Retrospect,
The Durutti Column,
L. Decosne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suicide,
Mantronix,
Kerri Chandler,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.