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 Brunei 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Dice to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Mad Mike,
Roger Hodgson,
Spandau Ballet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rod Modell,
Black Pus,
Loose Ends,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wings,
Guru Guru,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Charles Mingus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Happenings,
The Searchers,
Minnie Riperton,
Make Up,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Subhumans,
Sex Pistols,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Starr,
June of 44,
T.S.O.L.,
Eve St. Jones,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Near,
The Neon Judgement,
A Certain Ratio,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra,
Tubeway Army,
Kerri Chandler,
L. Decosne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
EPMD,
Ronan,
Albert Ayler,
Black Flag,
OOIOO,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Con Funk Shun,
The Beau Brummels,
Archie Shepp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cure,
Marine Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Prince Buster,
Peter and Kerry,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.