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 Tajikistan and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
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 at the first Suicide 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 Cure to the rock 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Black Sheep,
Blossom Toes,
Spandau Ballet,
cv313,
Carl Craig,
Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
New Age Steppers,
Excepter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Black Dice,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
Rotary Connection,
Thompson Twins,
Faraquet,
Franke,
Nik Kershaw,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
LL Cool J,
Duran Duran,
Young Marble Giants,
Mantronix,
Neil Young,
Bobby Womack,
Zero Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Dave Gahan,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Inner City,
Index,
the Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Residents,
The Cowsills,
Kurtis Blow,
Moss Icon,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dead C,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Knickerbockers,
The Evens,
David McCallum,
Ossler,
Scion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultra Naté,
Eli Mardock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eden Ahbez,
Minny Pops,
China Crisis,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.