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 Laos and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Pole to the dance 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
The Standells,
Robert Görl,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
Pantytec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kayak,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Inner City,
Blancmange,
Los Fastidios,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
Bronski Beat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Accadde A,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeff Lynne,
Das Ding,
Joensuu 1685,
Rites of Spring,
Dual Sessions,
The Move,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lyres,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minor Threat,
Gang of Four,
The Real Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shuggie Otis,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonic Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Monolake,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul II Soul,
The J.B.'s,
Moss Icon,
Kaleidoscope,
Kas Product,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
PIL,
Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
Simply Red,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aswad,
The Alarm Clocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.