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 Sri Lanka and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Glambeats Corp. to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
the Germs,
The Happenings,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Panda Bear,
Subhumans,
Half Japanese,
The Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
the Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
Cheater Slicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monolake,
Patti Smith,
Dawn Penn,
The Pop Group,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick Morgan,
Radio Birdman,
Lyres,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mad Mike,
Jerry's Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deakin,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Clarke,
Flipper,
Grey Daturas,
The Monochrome Set,
The United States of America,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T. Rex,
Excepter,
The New Christs,
Mr. Review,
Easy Going,
Ten City,
Scrapy,
The Mojo Men,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Juan Atkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agitation Free,
Wings,
Marine Girls,
The Black Dice,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.