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 Sri Lanka and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Glambeats Corp. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman 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?
Joy Division,
Tim Buckley,
Bush Tetras,
Flamin' Groovies,
Darondo,
The Vogues,
Anthony Braxton,
Babytalk,
Delta 5,
Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
Piero Umiliani,
Accadde A,
Man Eating Sloth,
Basic Channel,
Nirvana,
Moby Grape,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Altered Images,
The Cramps,
Unrelated Segments,
The Associates,
Donny Hathaway,
David Axelrod,
Goldenarms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gladiators,
Reuben Wilson,
Yaz,
E-Dancer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Red Krayola,
Flipper,
Letta Mbulu,
Interpol,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drexciya,
Skarface,
The Residents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suicide,
Trumans Water,
Mandrill,
Sparks,
The Monochrome Set,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minny Pops,
Roger Hodgson,
Cluster,
Reagan Youth,
Agent Orange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül II,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moss Icon,
Excepter,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.