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 Argentina and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Sheep to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moebius,
Babytalk,
Wire,
Lucky Dragons,
Lungfish,
Suburban Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
The Move,
Joyce Sims,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Fraelich,
Patti Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Henry Cow,
Black Bananas,
Public Enemy,
Nico,
8 Eyed Spy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MC5,
Andrew Hill,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Rundgren,
Josef K,
Rotary Connection,
The Blues Magoos,
Davy DMX,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slick Rick,
The Star Department,
Spoonie Gee,
Au Pairs,
Essential Logic,
Country Teasers,
Flipper,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aloha Tigers,
The Buckinghams,
The Sonics,
Marine Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Television Personalities,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pulsallama,
The Trojans,
Peter and Kerry,
K-Klass,
Scion,
Ten City,
The Kinks,
Procol Harum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
Goldenarms,
The Offenders,
Qualms,
Nirvana,
New York Dolls,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.