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 Taiwan and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Public Enemy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Anakelly,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Dolphy,
Brass Construction,
Icehouse,
Stereo Dub,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quando Quango,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Isaac Hayes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Stooges,
Lungfish,
Dark Day,
Lou Christie,
Deepchord,
Morten Harket,
Cheater Slicks,
Hasil Adkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fuzztones,
Black Pus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Womack,
Pere Ubu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Flag,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lakeside,
Gichy Dan,
Maleditus Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Freddie Wadling,
Infiniti,
Babytalk,
Q65,
T.S.O.L.,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nik Kershaw,
Duran Duran,
Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Finger,
The Litter,
Main Source,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Lindisfarne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Little Man,
Alison Limerick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New York Dolls,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABC,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.