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 Senegal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the grunge 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mantronix,
Yusef Lateef,
Aloha Tigers,
L. Decosne,
Sight & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Average White Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Slave,
Blossom Toes,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Copeland,
Deepchord,
La Düsseldorf,
Skriet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxette,
Dave Gahan,
The Fugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Selecter,
Bill Near,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Skatalites,
The New Christs,
Alphaville,
Groovy Waters,
The Knickerbockers,
Talk Talk,
Rosa Yemen,
The Offenders,
Malaria!,
Procol Harum,
Deakin,
Lucky Dragons,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Duran Duran,
Shuggie Otis,
the Swans,
Sällskapet,
The Music Machine,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers,
The Smiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
EPMD,
Cluster,
The Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
The Star Department,
Goldenarms,
Oblivians,
Donald Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harmonia,
Swans,
Brass Construction,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.