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 Angola and from London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Pus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
The Busters,
Fela Kuti,
Wolf Eyes,
Tears for Fears,
The Star Department,
Marvin Gaye,
Cheater Slicks,
The Selecter,
Franke,
Outsiders,
Niagra,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slits,
Henry Cow,
Easy Going,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dead C,
Toni Rubio,
The Cure,
Underground Resistance,
Agitation Free,
Donald Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grauzone,
Youth Brigade,
The Offenders,
Rotary Connection,
FM Einheit,
The United States of America,
The Dave Clark Five,
H. Thieme,
New York Dolls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warsaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
OOIOO,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The J.B.'s,
Nas,
Eve St. Jones,
Q65,
The Skatalites,
Erykah Badu,
Neu!,
DJ Sneak,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yazoo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Newcleus,
Y Pants,
Clear Light,
Kayak,
Soft Machine,
Fat Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Alton Ellis,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.