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 Dominican Republic and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cal Tjader to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Niagra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Marine Girls,
Nils Olav,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fall,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Görl,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Qualms,
Nick Fraelich,
Metal Thangz,
Swell Maps,
Dual Sessions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ludus,
Agent Orange,
F. McDonald,
Schoolly D,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zero Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
The Kinks,
Iggy Pop,
Yusef Lateef,
Underground Resistance,
The Buckinghams,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ten City,
The Misunderstood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agitation Free,
Radio Birdman,
New York Dolls,
Spoonie Gee,
Shoche,
Neil Young,
The Index,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-102,
The Motions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quando Quango,
Malaria!,
Essential Logic,
Skriet,
Dave Gahan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mantronix,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Searchers,
The Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.