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 Dominica 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 New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lalann to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DNA,
The Invisible,
Lightning Bolt,
Sound Behaviour,
Piero Umiliani,
cv313,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Birthday Party,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers,
the Bar-Kays,
Silicon Teens,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Almond,
The Leaves,
Harmonia,
Guru Guru,
Graham Central Station,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visage,
The Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
The Residents,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Halsall,
New York Dolls,
Boredoms,
Josef K,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moleskins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
L. Decosne,
Ornette Coleman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
World's Most,
the Normal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hashim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Last Poets,
The Gories,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Theoretical Girls,
The Five Americans,
The Young Rascals,
Funky Four + One,
Underground Resistance,
The J.B.'s,
Surgeon,
The Red Krayola,
Monolake,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxy Music,
Blancmange,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.