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 Germany and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lalann to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
The Modern Lovers,
The Busters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantytec,
MC5,
ABC,
Zero Boys,
Josef K,
L. Decosne,
Half Japanese,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skarface,
Yaz,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlback,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra,
Mars,
Eddi Front,
Swans,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Finger,
Gang of Four,
Essential Logic,
Gang Starr,
Swell Maps,
Drexciya,
Urselle,
Lakeside,
Monks,
The Gories,
The Kinks,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Magazine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Main Source,
Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
Bill Near,
Sällskapet,
CMW,
The Names,
Don Cherry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Machine,
Anakelly,
Wally Richardson,
Moss Icon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Lydon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dirtbombs,
Shoche,
Second Layer,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.