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 Ghana and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Robert Palmer 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 Mantronix 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Severed Heads,
Outsiders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Morten Harket,
Magma,
X-Ray Spex,
Girls At Our Best!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lungfish,
Alison Limerick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television Personalities,
Von Mondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scientists,
Sight & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brand Nubian,
The Black Dice,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T. Rex,
Josef K,
The Gladiators,
The Standells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marvin Gaye,
Siglo XX,
Marine Girls,
Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter and Kerry,
the Soft Cell,
Lyres,
Alphaville,
Flash Fearless,
Susan Cadogan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül,
Quadrant,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonic Youth,
Loose Ends,
48th St. Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Make Up,
The Seeds,
Radiohead,
the Germs,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Associates,
Zero Boys,
Delta 5,
The Fugs,
Blake Baxter,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.