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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television 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 Eurythmics 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Womack,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dual Sessions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neu!,
The United States of America,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Holt,
Aural Exciters,
Lungfish,
Sparks,
Pulsallama,
AZ,
Mr. Review,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Görl,
Technova,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Carl Craig,
Saccharine Trust,
The Misunderstood,
Kaleidoscope,
X-Ray Spex,
Zero Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Birthday Party,
PIL,
Magma,
Lou Reed,
Adolescents,
Tom Boy,
The Trojans,
Quantec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suicide,
Bobby Sherman,
Joy Division,
Kenny Larkin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Freddie Wadling,
kango's stein massive,
Pierre Henry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anthony Braxton,
Half Japanese,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
LL Cool J,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers,
Rapeman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Teasers,
Junior Murvin,
June Days,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter and Kerry,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.