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 St Lucia and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Mission of Burma to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Davy DMX,
Essential Logic,
JFA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
In Retrospect,
Barry Ungar,
Anthony Braxton,
KRS-One,
The Smiths,
Yellowson,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Star Department,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
Leonard Cohen,
Pere Ubu,
World's Most,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
48th St. Collective,
David Bowie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cluster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Basic Channel,
Hasil Adkins,
Symarip,
The Martian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Offenders,
Adolescents,
Crime,
Fluxion,
Roxette,
Jacques Brel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Green,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Clear Light,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Sherman,
Accadde A,
Schoolly D,
Icehouse,
the Normal,
Surgeon,
Q65,
The Modern Lovers,
The Human League,
The Golliwogs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jawbox,
R.M.O.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dave Clark Five,
Goldenarms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.