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 Kuwait and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Funkadelic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
The Toasters,
Kaleidoscope,
The Modern Lovers,
Cybotron,
The Index,
Flipper,
Tres Demented,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Inner City,
Black Moon,
Grauzone,
Cluster,
Ludus,
Eden Ahbez,
In Retrospect,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young,
Carl Craig,
Liliput,
The Pop Group,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mantronix,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Organ,
New York Dolls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül,
Suicide,
Anthony Braxton,
The Associates,
The Stooges,
Desert Stars,
Brass Construction,
the Human League,
Davy DMX,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lucky Dragons,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mummies,
Althea and Donna,
JFA,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Bananas,
10cc,
ABBA,
The Motions,
Jeff Lynne,
Quando Quango,
Brick,
Mad Mike,
Niagra,
Rosa Yemen,
Sixth Finger,
DNA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.