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 Mozambique and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 New Age Steppers to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agitation Free,
Tubeway Army,
Don Cherry,
Dual Sessions,
The Associates,
Television Personalities,
The Birthday Party,
the Human League,
Lou Christie,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lyres,
Little Man,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nik Kershaw,
Shoche,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jandek,
Matthew Halsall,
The Modern Lovers,
The Knickerbockers,
Drexciya,
Yellowson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Lynne,
Nils Olav,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Moleskins,
Massinfluence,
Warsaw,
Camberwell Now,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Terry,
E-Dancer,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pet Shop Boys,
K-Klass,
Unrelated Segments,
Grauzone,
Lakeside,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pierre Henry,
Altered Images,
Skriet,
Scott Walker,
John Lydon,
The Velvet Underground,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül II,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quantec,
Niagra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.