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 Argentina and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Gong to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Matthew Halsall,
Wasted Youth,
Trumans Water,
Theoretical Girls,
the Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Qualms,
Funkadelic,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Birthday Party,
Deadbeat,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiohead,
One Last Wish,
a-ha,
The Offenders,
KRS-One,
Blancmange,
10cc,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blackbyrds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agitation Free,
Das Ding,
Ronan,
John Lydon,
Negative Approach,
Groovy Waters,
Outsiders,
The Kinks,
Joe Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Guru Guru,
Letta Mbulu,
Pagans,
Hoover,
Bobby Sherman,
Pussy Galore,
Anakelly,
The Martian,
Q and Not U,
Tres Demented,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skriet,
Spandau Ballet,
Yellowson,
Cecil Taylor,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Invisible,
Bobby Womack,
The Names,
Easy Going,
Bush Tetras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Evens,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gap Band,
Excepter,
Wally Richardson,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.