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 Germany and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Grandmaster Flash to the techno 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Section 25,
The Litter,
Bang On A Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Essential Logic,
Eddi Front,
A Flock of Seagulls,
These Immortal Souls,
Das Ding,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pop Group,
The Skatalites,
Brothers Johnson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultravox,
The Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
Brass Construction,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kas Product,
Yaz,
Johnny Clarke,
The Residents,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
Man Parrish,
Joey Negro,
ABC,
Mad Mike,
Sonny Sharrock,
Depeche Mode,
Harpers Bizarre,
Althea and Donna,
Black Flag,
Make Up,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zero Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
Easy Going,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
Tommy Roe,
Inner City,
Derrick Morgan,
Organ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glenn Branca,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.