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 Guinea-Bissau and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Frankie Knuckles to the dance 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Patti Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
E-Dancer,
The Gap Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Make Up,
Connie Case,
B.T. Express,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rapeman,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Pus,
The Cramps,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cowsills,
The American Breed,
Bob Dylan,
Erasure,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Machine,
Drexciya,
The Blackbyrds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Excepter,
Supertramp,
UT,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiohead,
The Gun Club,
Ice-T,
The Music Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Copeland,
Piero Umiliani,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Beau Brummels,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aural Exciters,
The Techniques,
The Buckinghams,
The Stooges,
Ronan,
The Raincoats,
Desert Stars,
Eurythmics,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Clarke,
The Golliwogs,
Liliput,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Moon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Absolute Body Control,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.