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 Liberia and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Laurel Aitken to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Little Man,
Amon Düül,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fatback Band,
Rotary Connection,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unwound,
Wolf Eyes,
Harmonia,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Names,
Matthew Halsall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pulsallama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scientists,
Pagans,
ABBA,
The Red Krayola,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sugar Minott,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ludus,
The Busters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Foxx,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marvin Gaye,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Young Rascals,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Christie,
Joe Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lindisfarne,
Cybotron,
Flash Fearless,
Lalann,
Loose Ends,
Fad Gadget,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moebius,
Neil Young,
John Holt,
Intrusion,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scrapy,
Accadde A,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Main Source,
Shoche,
Terry Callier,
Cymande,
David Bowie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
Sandy B,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.