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 Nigeria and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Girls At Our Best! to the crunk 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Man Parrish,
Agent Orange,
The Mummies,
Joyce Sims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rufus Thomas,
Animal Collective,
The Pretty Things,
EPMD,
PIL,
B.T. Express,
Sun City Girls,
Patti Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Swans,
Maurizio,
Ronan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fela Kuti,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
Lakeside,
Deepchord,
Q and Not U,
Vladislav Delay,
Rakim,
John Foxx,
Bronski Beat,
The Evens,
Visage,
D'Angelo,
The Selecter,
Ice-T,
The Stooges,
John Lydon,
Rhythm & Sound,
China Crisis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pierre Henry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
Mark Hollis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television,
Byron Stingily,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.