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 Spain and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Soul II Soul to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Funkadelic,
Black Pus,
Lyres,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gong,
Kas Product,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Techniques,
Todd Terry,
Funky Four + One,
Aaron Thompson,
The Moody Blues,
Black Sheep,
The Selecter,
KRS-One,
Slick Rick,
Barrington Levy,
The Dead C,
Television Personalities,
Ultravox,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monks,
Little Man,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun City Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eve St. Jones,
Juan Atkins,
48th St. Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warren Ellis,
Das Ding,
Dave Gahan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Technova,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang of Four,
Clear Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wolf Eyes,
Severed Heads,
Sällskapet,
Cymande,
Joy Division,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gories,
the Association,
The Moleskins,
Roxette,
Siglo XX,
David Axelrod,
Y Pants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Al Stewart,
Index,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.