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 Albania 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Erasure to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Eddi Front,
Desert Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Au Pairs,
Symarip,
Sparks,
Fatback Band,
Erykah Badu,
The Modern Lovers,
Organ,
DNA,
Joey Negro,
Hot Snakes,
Sixth Finger,
Heaven 17,
Arcadia,
Quadrant,
Colin Newman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Bar-Kays,
Connie Case,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Music Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Hasil Adkins,
Buzzcocks,
Youth Brigade,
Parry Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cramps,
Kerrie Biddell,
Royal Trux,
Cluster,
Barbara Tucker,
Cybotron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultra Naté,
Monolake,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eve St. Jones,
The Techniques,
The Happenings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sex Pistols,
Rod Modell,
Make Up,
the Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
Fat Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Carl Craig,
Charles Mingus,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.