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 Moldova and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kinks to the rap 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Al Stewart,
Roxy Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Organ,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlback,
Loose Ends,
Black Bananas,
Eurythmics,
Patti Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Max Romeo,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Wyatt,
Silicon Teens,
Ohio Players,
The Neon Judgement,
New Age Steppers,
The Zeros,
Piero Umiliani,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dark Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barbara Tucker,
Slave,
Ice-T,
Moss Icon,
Amazonics,
Qualms,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Parrish,
ABC,
Harmonia,
Arcadia,
Average White Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
This Heat,
Zapp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
L. Decosne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dawn Penn,
The Birthday Party,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABBA,
Faraquet,
The Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül II,
Surgeon,
Sam Rivers,
Carl Craig,
Lightning Bolt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Trojans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.