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 Laos and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 The Zeros to the techno 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The Last Poets,
Pagans,
Bush Tetras,
Black Sheep,
Barrington Levy,
The Gories,
Hot Snakes,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül,
Absolute Body Control,
Television Personalities,
Eden Ahbez,
T. Rex,
F. McDonald,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Age Steppers,
Terry Callier,
Dawn Penn,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy Collins,
Groovy Waters,
the Association,
Das Ding,
The Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Lydon,
KRS-One,
Severed Heads,
Television,
Lightning Bolt,
Blossom Toes,
Slave,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantytec,
Bronski Beat,
Mantronix,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MDC,
The Count Five,
Malaria!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalann,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Procol Harum,
X-101,
Blancmange,
Chrome,
CMW,
the Sonics,
Average White Band,
E-Dancer,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.