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 Saudi Arabia and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 AZ to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Ohio Players,
The Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
Animal Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Starr,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Flag,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Mills,
Black Pus,
Dark Day,
Gichy Dan,
Rekid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marine Girls,
Royal Trux,
Grauzone,
Leonard Cohen,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Smooth,
Nils Olav,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris & Cosey,
Thompson Twins,
June Days,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Age Steppers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fear,
The Victims,
Bauhaus,
Hot Snakes,
John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
Harry Pussy,
New Order,
Nico,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Happenings,
Ronnie Foster,
Suicide,
The Velvet Underground,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Dolphy,
Cymande,
Brick,
Schoolly D,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pagans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grey Daturas,
Visage,
The Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.