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 Monaco and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 The Black Dice to the grime 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Radio Birdman,
Leonard Cohen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Misunderstood,
Carl Craig,
Urselle,
The Sound,
Ultravox,
Moss Icon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Sneak,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deepchord,
The Busters,
Negative Approach,
AZ,
Dave Gahan,
Royal Trux,
Gang of Four,
Iggy Pop,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Womack,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Smooth,
The Slackers,
Dead Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Parry Music,
Das Ding,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
Joe Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül,
Dorothy Ashby,
Main Source,
Juan Atkins,
Scion,
Steve Hackett,
Eddi Front,
The Last Poets,
DJ Style,
Talk Talk,
Silicon Teens,
Blake Baxter,
Zapp,
Cybotron,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick Morgan,
These Immortal Souls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Happenings,
Surgeon,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.