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 Czech Republic and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Simply Red to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
ABBA,
Camouflage,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
CMW,
Maleditus Sound,
cv313,
Graham Central Station,
The Selecter,
Archie Shepp,
Wasted Youth,
Henry Cow,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
Ohio Players,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Howard Jones,
The Litter,
Pantaleimon,
Eden Ahbez,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Offenders,
Bob Dylan,
Morten Harket,
The Mojo Men,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q65,
Pylon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Barracudas,
Arab on Radar,
Lindisfarne,
Harry Pussy,
the Swans,
48th St. Collective,
The Vogues,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alphaville,
Hardrive,
Y Pants,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare,
Easy Going,
Laurel Aitken,
Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.