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 Tuvalu and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 The Associates to the punk 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed,
The Golliwogs,
Piero Umiliani,
Smog,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Can,
Roxette,
Brand Nubian,
Kurtis Blow,
Average White Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bauhaus,
Shuggie Otis,
Nas,
The Music Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Malaria!,
The Motions,
Agitation Free,
Rakim,
DNA,
Ludus,
The Martian,
Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gap Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Flag,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marmalade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mandrill,
Patti Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gong,
T. Rex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
Heaven 17,
Whodini,
Flipper,
Jacob Miller,
Hardrive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flash Fearless,
New Order,
Juan Atkins,
Popol Vuh,
Darondo,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.