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 Singapore and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Rufus Thomas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rekid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Schoolly D,
Technova,
Spoonie Gee,
Fluxion,
Albert Ayler,
Ludus,
Warsaw,
Andrew Hill,
Alison Limerick,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Busters,
Model 500,
John Foxx,
The Golliwogs,
Magma,
Delta 5,
The Associates,
Alphaville,
Thompson Twins,
Bluetip,
Marmalade,
Gichy Dan,
Jacques Brel,
Man Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Janne Schatter,
The Wake,
Jerry's Kids,
The Stooges,
Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
Derrick Morgan,
Desert Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Negative Approach,
Mr. Review,
Agitation Free,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Christie,
The Tremeloes,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Fraelich,
Minutemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
K-Klass,
Porter Ricks,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Machine,
Lungfish,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris Corsano,
Monolake,
Alice Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
The Cure,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.