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 Chile and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Invisible to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
The Grass Roots,
Adolescents,
The Buckinghams,
Ash Ra Tempel,
JFA,
Mad Mike,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fall,
Vladislav Delay,
Rapeman,
Crime,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skarface,
The Gap Band,
The Offenders,
Howard Jones,
The Birthday Party,
Bob Dylan,
Simply Red,
Interpol,
EPMD,
Dawn Penn,
Judy Mowatt,
Infiniti,
Reagan Youth,
Whodini,
Monks,
the Normal,
Barbara Tucker,
U.S. Maple,
Minor Threat,
Aural Exciters,
CMW,
Robert Hood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Skaos,
Laurel Aitken,
Dark Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slave,
Joe Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Mills,
Crooked Eye,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gories,
The Detroit Cobras,
Con Funk Shun,
Q and Not U,
the Fania All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Scan 7,
Wire,
The Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pussy Galore,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.