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 Oman and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grime 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
China Crisis,
The Beau Brummels,
Y Pants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reagan Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
F. McDonald,
John Lydon,
UT,
Clear Light,
Man Parrish,
Bad Manners,
Little Man,
Lindisfarne,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Zeros,
Stereo Dub,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soulsonic Force,
MDC,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young,
Monks,
Jeff Mills,
Leonard Cohen,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Darondo,
Accadde A,
Newcleus,
Harry Pussy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Wells,
Neu!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alton Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smiths,
David Axelrod,
Can,
KRS-One,
Eric Dolphy,
Charles Mingus,
Brass Construction,
The Sonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Franke,
Sparks,
The Skatalites,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.