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 Australia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Morten Harket,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Sherman,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Coltrane,
Alice Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
Icehouse,
Reuben Wilson,
Iggy Pop,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ossler,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Selecter,
Pylon,
Patti Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
Niagra,
Spandau Ballet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sixth Finger,
Mr. Review,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Urselle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Invisible,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skarface,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suburban Knight,
Drexciya,
Althea and Donna,
Desert Stars,
Steve Hackett,
The Gun Club,
New York Dolls,
Von Mondo,
Rapeman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Certain Ratio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scratch Acid,
Dawn Penn,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agent Orange,
Moss Icon,
Young Marble Giants,
Motorama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.