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 Luxembourg and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Techniques to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Archie Shepp,
Reagan Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Vainqueur,
X-Ray Spex,
Alton Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Bananas,
The Move,
Babytalk,
Vladislav Delay,
Carl Craig,
Judy Mowatt,
Wasted Youth,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monks,
The Associates,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Curtis Mayfield,
David McCallum,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Halsall,
Kenny Larkin,
Franke,
The Smoke,
Pylon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Alice Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Nirvana,
H. Thieme,
Stereo Dub,
Man Eating Sloth,
Surgeon,
Fat Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boredoms,
Glenn Branca,
Marmalade,
Lakeside,
The Star Department,
Black Pus,
David Bowie,
Camberwell Now,
Zapp,
The Tremeloes,
Hoover,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris Corsano,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.