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 Vietnam and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Severed Heads 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
A Certain Ratio,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerri Chandler,
Television,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gladiators,
Skaos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacob Miller,
Toni Rubio,
David Bowie,
KRS-One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ken Boothe,
Wally Richardson,
The New Christs,
Susan Cadogan,
Stiv Bators,
Black Moon,
D'Angelo,
Babytalk,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Barracudas,
X-101,
Lindisfarne,
Freddie Wadling,
Bad Manners,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Excepter,
The Five Americans,
Bootsy Collins,
K-Klass,
Pantytec,
Fear,
The Birthday Party,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra,
New Order,
Subhumans,
In Retrospect,
Crooked Eye,
Kenny Larkin,
Faraquet,
U.S. Maple,
Graham Central Station,
The Techniques,
Mr. Review,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Prince Buster,
Radio Birdman,
The Misunderstood,
Nirvana,
Swell Maps,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Lydon,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.