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 Czech Republic and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Blake Baxter to the disco 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Buzzcocks,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
Cybotron,
Kool Moe Dee,
The American Breed,
These Immortal Souls,
Ludus,
The Misunderstood,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Count Five,
K-Klass,
Tres Demented,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Axelrod,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hardrive,
This Heat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Starr,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ponytail,
John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fugs,
Pantytec,
Roxette,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sight & Sound,
Sandy B,
Cluster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gichy Dan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Excepter,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Birthday Party,
X-102,
Dark Day,
Iggy Pop,
Accadde A,
Public Enemy,
Dead Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Fatback Band,
Newcleus,
Camberwell Now,
The Tremeloes,
Audionom,
Franke,
Nik Kershaw,
Intrusion,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.