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 Salvador.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Soulsonic Force to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Soul II Soul,
Brick,
Underground Resistance,
Carl Craig,
Masters at Work,
Audionom,
Eurythmics,
Goldenarms,
X-Ray Spex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Litter,
Bobby Womack,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scion,
The Gladiators,
Sam Rivers,
The Cramps,
Alice Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Altered Images,
R.M.O.,
Sparks,
The Motions,
Man Parrish,
Essential Logic,
Tommy Roe,
Brand Nubian,
Heaven 17,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fear,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Wells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
Metal Thangz,
JFA,
Rotary Connection,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Osbourne,
The United States of America,
Alphaville,
Youth Brigade,
Niagra,
Jacques Brel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smoke,
Shuggie Otis,
Dawn Penn,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ice-T,
Robert Hood,
The Gun Club,
Trumans Water,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.