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 Bhutan 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grime 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers 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?
The American Breed,
The Red Krayola,
The Slackers,
The Modern Lovers,
Das Ding,
Blossom Toes,
The Golliwogs,
Reagan Youth,
Deadbeat,
James White and The Blacks,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Bourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suburban Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
L. Decosne,
The Zeros,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gichy Dan,
Lower 48,
Adolescents,
Fugazi,
The Birthday Party,
Ponytail,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bauhaus,
Spandau Ballet,
Ornette Coleman,
Freddie Wadling,
Inner City,
T.S.O.L.,
Crash Course in Science,
Albert Ayler,
The Vogues,
Sparks,
Underground Resistance,
Althea and Donna,
Mad Mike,
Magazine,
Visage,
Rakim,
The Motions,
Rotary Connection,
Section 25,
Suicide,
The J.B.'s,
Reuben Wilson,
The Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Mantronix,
Sixth Finger,
Al Stewart,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Almond,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drexciya,
Sun City Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Liliput,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Last Poets,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.