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 Niger and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
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 Robert Palmer 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 Sparks to the rock 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Hashim,
Peter & Gordon,
The Red Krayola,
The Smiths,
L. Decosne,
Carl Craig,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camberwell Now,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Hill,
In Retrospect,
Prince Buster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Moody Blues,
David Bowie,
The Remains,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Vogues,
DJ Sneak,
Yellowson,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy Collins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marine Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Khruangbin,
Spoonie Gee,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Enemy,
Symarip,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Von Mondo,
Sparks,
Clear Light,
Quadrant,
Minnie Riperton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maleditus Sound,
Marmalade,
Oblivians,
June of 44,
Soft Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Christie,
Con Funk Shun,
John Foxx,
The Slackers,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Depeche Mode,
D'Angelo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Freddie Wadling,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.