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 China 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Alphaville to the dance 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Porter Ricks,
Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Max Romeo,
The Misunderstood,
Japan,
Brand Nubian,
Dark Day,
Oblivians,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Hood,
Cheater Slicks,
Prince Buster,
Patti Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sound Behaviour,
Minutemen,
The Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mantronix,
Heaven 17,
Crime,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul II Soul,
Smog,
Accadde A,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smiths,
Matthew Bourne,
Y Pants,
Bobby Sherman,
Trumans Water,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Dolphy,
Main Source,
Drexciya,
The Kinks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doors,
Bobby Womack,
Deakin,
Skaos,
Livin' Joy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deadbeat,
Jacques Brel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Von Mondo,
U.S. Maple,
Masters at Work,
Ultra Naté,
Sister Nancy,
Quando Quango,
Black Bananas,
Pere Ubu,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.