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 Korea North and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sexual Harrassment to the dance 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
The Mojo Men,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Main Source,
Deepchord,
Graham Central Station,
The Dirtbombs,
Funky Four + One,
Morten Harket,
Y Pants,
Steve Hackett,
Iggy Pop,
The Doors,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Copeland,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T. Rex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Human League,
Audionom,
the Association,
Easy Going,
The Cowsills,
Black Bananas,
Hot Snakes,
Siglo XX,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fall,
Jeff Mills,
Television,
Essential Logic,
Simply Red,
Accadde A,
Spandau Ballet,
Ten City,
Henry Cow,
Grauzone,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Young Rascals,
Barbara Tucker,
The Modern Lovers,
Outsiders,
Sight & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Lydon,
Chris Corsano,
Laurel Aitken,
The Red Krayola,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Lynne,
Minny Pops,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Clear Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Style,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.