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 Guyana and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Scientists to the techno 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Anakelly,
Ultravox,
Second Layer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fortunes,
Altered Images,
Darondo,
The J.B.'s,
DNA,
Cybotron,
Lindisfarne,
Niagra,
Soul II Soul,
Rites of Spring,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Sheep,
Q65,
The Birthday Party,
Ossler,
Supertramp,
Wolf Eyes,
Surgeon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aural Exciters,
Nirvana,
Al Stewart,
Hasil Adkins,
The Invisible,
The Searchers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bush Tetras,
Roxette,
Maurizio,
Fad Gadget,
Mars,
Unrelated Segments,
Spoonie Gee,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agent Orange,
Camouflage,
Accadde A,
Patti Smith,
Q and Not U,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Underground Resistance,
Guru Guru,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Danielle Patucci,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sound,
Gang of Four,
Ronnie Foster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camberwell Now,
Alton Ellis,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.