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 Monaco and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 AZ to the grime 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Agitation Free,
F. McDonald,
Brand Nubian,
Blossom Toes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultravox,
Unrelated Segments,
Max Romeo,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blackbyrds,
the Normal,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
Delta 5,
Josef K,
Cymande,
Gang Green,
Desert Stars,
Scan 7,
Talk Talk,
Patti Smith,
Black Bananas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bronski Beat,
The Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cybotron,
Ten City,
Pere Ubu,
Pole,
Shoche,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
The Kinks,
Yazoo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cal Tjader,
Juan Atkins,
The Dead C,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mission of Burma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
UT,
Niagra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hashim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oneida,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fugs,
Chris & Cosey,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.