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 Nicaragua and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Mandrill to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All the Germs 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 disco 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Barracudas,
Janne Schatter,
Shuggie Otis,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Bananas,
Radiohead,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
Wire,
Whodini,
Altered Images,
Derrick Morgan,
Faraquet,
Amazonics,
48th St. Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Halsall,
Tommy Roe,
The Martian,
Slick Rick,
The Last Poets,
Tubeway Army,
The Sonics,
Duran Duran,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scion,
Soft Cell,
The Busters,
Sound Behaviour,
Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
K-Klass,
Alison Limerick,
The Gories,
Flash Fearless,
Skriet,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Tremeloes,
The Cowsills,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry's Kids,
Reagan Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Rundgren,
A Certain Ratio,
Pulsallama,
Aural Exciters,
Peter and Kerry,
Excepter,
Delta 5,
Swans,
Max Romeo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erasure,
Brothers Johnson,
Moss Icon,
Clear Light,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.