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 Oman and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Knickerbockers to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Rites of Spring,
the Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alphaville,
Quadrant,
Bush Tetras,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Associates,
Fela Kuti,
In Retrospect,
Freddie Wadling,
Graham Central Station,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nirvana,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül,
Slick Rick,
The Martian,
Heaven 17,
LL Cool J,
The Cure,
The Happenings,
The Smiths,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television Personalities,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Rundgren,
The Mummies,
Buzzcocks,
Patti Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Image Ltd.,
Outsiders,
CMW,
Eric Dolphy,
UT,
Deakin,
Stiv Bators,
Jacob Miller,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shuggie Otis,
Wings,
Yazoo,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy Collins,
Symarip,
Lungfish,
Wolf Eyes,
Kaleidoscope,
Faraquet,
Gang Green,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.