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 Tunisia and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
a-ha,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Style,
Suburban Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alice Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Foxx,
OOIOO,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Invisible,
Don Cherry,
The Offenders,
Flipper,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Funky Four + One,
Unrelated Segments,
The Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Altered Images,
Rod Modell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nik Kershaw,
The Move,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Near,
Infiniti,
The Sonics,
The Toasters,
Letta Mbulu,
Hardrive,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maurizio,
Fatback Band,
Jawbox,
Angry Samoans,
Reagan Youth,
The Star Department,
Godley & Creme,
The American Breed,
The Slackers,
One Last Wish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
The Gap Band,
Lakeside,
Quantec,
Slick Rick,
Steve Hackett,
Barrington Levy,
Silicon Teens,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.