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 South Africa and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Soft Cell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brand Nubian,
The Moody Blues,
Faust,
Minnie Riperton,
The Young Rascals,
Bob Dylan,
John Lydon,
Bush Tetras,
Rekid,
Porter Ricks,
The Martian,
Shuggie Otis,
Hardrive,
Thee Headcoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Symarip,
Sex Pistols,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
F. McDonald,
Dave Gahan,
La Düsseldorf,
The Birthday Party,
The Happenings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pierre Henry,
Flipper,
Barrington Levy,
Quadrant,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Halsall,
Newcleus,
Tommy Roe,
Quantec,
Smog,
X-102,
10cc,
Minor Threat,
Eddi Front,
The Golliwogs,
The Motions,
Adolescents,
Kurtis Blow,
DNA,
Ludus,
Erasure,
T. Rex,
K-Klass,
Cal Tjader,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moby Grape,
Nation of Ulysses,
Albert Ayler,
The Fortunes,
New Age Steppers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aural Exciters,
Moebius,
Howard Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.