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 Jamaica and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Porter Ricks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Animal Collective,
Archie Shepp,
Camberwell Now,
Jawbox,
Sonic Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Ten City,
La Düsseldorf,
Kurtis Blow,
Stiv Bators,
Deakin,
Joe Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fat Boys,
The Residents,
Eric Copeland,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Surgeon,
Mantronix,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dead Boys,
Rod Modell,
The Velvet Underground,
Masters at Work,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shoche,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jimmy McGriff,
Depeche Mode,
Sex Pistols,
The Divine Comedy,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Flag,
The Music Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blake Baxter,
Quadrant,
Yaz,
The Dirtbombs,
Minnie Riperton,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
June Days,
Visage,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slave,
Section 25,
Roxy Music,
Monolake,
Aloha Tigers,
L. Decosne,
Stereo Dub,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Bourne,
Absolute Body Control,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Mills,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.