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 Guyana and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ponytail,
Bauhaus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Foxx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shuggie Otis,
Y Pants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blackbyrds,
Mission of Burma,
Subhumans,
The Zeros,
Minor Threat,
The Fortunes,
the Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxy Music,
The Slackers,
Andrew Hill,
Mark Hollis,
Icehouse,
Theoretical Girls,
Carl Craig,
Scientists,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hot Snakes,
John Lydon,
Fugazi,
Zapp,
The Wake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maleditus Sound,
L. Decosne,
Main Source,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Guru Guru,
Ralphi Rosario,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pop Group,
Royal Trux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stiv Bators,
Infiniti,
Lakeside,
Anakelly,
Bobby Sherman,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
CMW,
In Retrospect,
June of 44,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gladiators,
kango's stein massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Easy Going,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.