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 Afghanistan and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Ralphi Rosario to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Motorama,
Section 25,
Guru Guru,
Accadde A,
the Human League,
Archie Shepp,
Josef K,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fatback Band,
Au Pairs,
Henry Cow,
Piero Umiliani,
Dave Gahan,
Ludus,
World's Most,
Rapeman,
Lightning Bolt,
The Martian,
John Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
The Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spandau Ballet,
June Days,
The Names,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joyce Sims,
The Blues Magoos,
David Axelrod,
D'Angelo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gories,
Circle Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Almond,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neu!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scientists,
Interpol,
Amon Düül II,
Al Stewart,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
Loose Ends,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra,
Y Pants,
Cameo,
Spoonie Gee,
Harry Pussy,
The Knickerbockers,
Hasil Adkins,
Theoretical Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
The Happenings,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.