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 Ireland and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Zeros to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Anakelly,
New York Dolls,
Hot Snakes,
Qualms,
Scratch Acid,
Quantec,
Popol Vuh,
Niagra,
Skaos,
Bush Tetras,
Altered Images,
Second Layer,
Suicide,
Janne Schatter,
Youth Brigade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-101,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bauhaus,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Pus,
Angry Samoans,
Easy Going,
Dave Gahan,
The Toasters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Little Man,
Thompson Twins,
ABC,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magazine,
Spoonie Gee,
Basic Channel,
Rapeman,
Von Mondo,
Chris & Cosey,
Technova,
Patti Smith,
Make Up,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swell Maps,
La Düsseldorf,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker,
Ponytail,
The Vogues,
Q65,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Isaac Hayes,
The Remains,
Chrome,
Rekid,
The Sonics,
The United States of America,
The Pop Group,
Juan Atkins,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.