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 Estonia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Cheater Slicks to the rock 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Audionom,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Mills,
cv313,
Negative Approach,
The Five Americans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
Monks,
Marmalade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lyres,
David McCallum,
Drexciya,
Colin Newman,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
JFA,
Lou Christie,
Tubeway Army,
Subhumans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiohead,
10cc,
Iggy Pop,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Almond,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blancmange,
The Fortunes,
Moss Icon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Max Romeo,
The Move,
the Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
Make Up,
The Martian,
The Trojans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q65,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Sherman,
Sixth Finger,
Swell Maps,
Grauzone,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Association,
The Moleskins,
Connie Case,
Mr. Review,
Sight & Sound,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.