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 Australia and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dark Day to the disco 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
John Foxx,
The Shadows of Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
Suicide,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yusef Lateef,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donny Hathaway,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sister Nancy,
10cc,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Youth Brigade,
Henry Cow,
Maurizio,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül,
New Age Steppers,
Simply Red,
Tres Demented,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Görl,
EPMD,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Clarke,
F. McDonald,
Infiniti,
T. Rex,
Popol Vuh,
Harpers Bizarre,
D'Angelo,
Animal Collective,
Von Mondo,
Minor Threat,
Chrome,
Faust,
John Holt,
Fela Kuti,
Loose Ends,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smoke,
Gang Green,
The Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barry Ungar,
DNA,
Byron Stingily,
Ken Boothe,
Rosa Yemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Carl Craig,
The Offenders,
Mandrill,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.