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 Guinea and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Arthur Verocai to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Negative Approach,
Parry Music,
Subhumans,
Deakin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Parrish,
The Pop Group,
The Kinks,
Derrick Morgan,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
Eurythmics,
Prince Buster,
Dual Sessions,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moby Grape,
The J.B.'s,
Alison Limerick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q and Not U,
Roger Hodgson,
FM Einheit,
Ponytail,
Anakelly,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Simply Red,
Livin' Joy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reagan Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra,
The Saints,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
La Düsseldorf,
Smog,
Peter & Gordon,
Toni Rubio,
Graham Central Station,
Mantronix,
Robert Görl,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Dolphy,
Kenny Larkin,
Ornette Coleman,
Kaleidoscope,
The Techniques,
The Velvet Underground,
Lower 48,
the Normal,
Grey Daturas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.