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 Tuvalu and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Kas Product to the rap 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Barrington Levy,
Lungfish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pretty Things,
8 Eyed Spy,
Symarip,
Bill Wells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Tremeloes,
the Germs,
The Selecter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Organ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
Quantec,
Arcadia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Panda Bear,
Fatback Band,
Fat Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Parrish,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker,
Wasted Youth,
Eddi Front,
Average White Band,
Angry Samoans,
Alice Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
Eric Copeland,
Althea and Donna,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Byrd,
Ohio Players,
Peter and Kerry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thee Headcoats,
Oblivians,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
OOIOO,
Accadde A,
Vainqueur,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ludus,
Andrew Hill,
Fear,
The Velvet Underground,
Bronski Beat,
Deakin,
Al Stewart,
Ultimate Spinach,
New York Dolls,
Ituana,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.