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 Belarus 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 The Blues Magoos to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Newcleus,
Cheater Slicks,
Easy Going,
Sun City Girls,
The Sound,
The Gun Club,
David Axelrod,
Flipper,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smoke,
KRS-One,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Bananas,
Wire,
Erasure,
Von Mondo,
Pole,
Joensuu 1685,
F. McDonald,
Pharoah Sanders,
Intrusion,
Bobby Womack,
Saccharine Trust,
Blake Baxter,
New Order,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ornette Coleman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soulsonic Force,
Rekid,
Toni Rubio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bauhaus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gong,
X-101,
The Slackers,
Robert Wyatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Rapeman,
In Retrospect,
The Happenings,
L. Decosne,
Zapp,
The Kinks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Al Stewart,
a-ha,
Eric Dolphy,
E-Dancer,
The Techniques,
Eden Ahbez,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.