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 Micronesia and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pantytec to the funk 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Dawn Penn,
K-Klass,
Michelle Simonal,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül,
Sonic Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
The Toasters,
Nico,
The Fuzztones,
The Doors,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Clarke,
Isaac Hayes,
Susan Cadogan,
Tres Demented,
Sight & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Roxette,
Ituana,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cal Tjader,
Alison Limerick,
The Grass Roots,
The Red Krayola,
Siglo XX,
Moebius,
Buzzcocks,
Sixth Finger,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moody Blues,
The Barracudas,
ABBA,
the Association,
Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brick,
The Cure,
Minnie Riperton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bauhaus,
Graham Central Station,
CMW,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Mills,
The Names,
James White and The Blacks,
Aswad,
Easy Going,
Suicide,
Ronan,
Half Japanese,
Sällskapet,
the Human League,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.