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 Nicaragua 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jerry's Kids to the crunk 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Busters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minny Pops,
The Monochrome Set,
Cybotron,
Archie Shepp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zapp,
Mr. Review,
Sex Pistols,
The United States of America,
Altered Images,
Toni Rubio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grauzone,
Los Fastidios,
DNA,
Joyce Sims,
The Birthday Party,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barry Ungar,
The Count Five,
Roxette,
the Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Sheep,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerri Chandler,
The Last Poets,
X-101,
The Names,
Carl Craig,
Trumans Water,
The Gladiators,
Amazonics,
UT,
Godley & Creme,
Dark Day,
The Zeros,
Reuben Wilson,
Severed Heads,
Adolescents,
Wings,
Animal Collective,
Deakin,
The Evens,
New Age Steppers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy Collins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spoonie Gee,
The Walker Brothers,
New Order,
Q65,
Lou Christie,
Underground Resistance,
The Misunderstood,
Rakim,
Lou Reed,
Bill Wells,
The Fuzztones,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.