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 Egypt and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minnie Riperton to the techno 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Popol Vuh,
Dual Sessions,
The Stooges,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Velvet Underground,
Can,
Howard Jones,
Joe Finger,
X-101,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ludus,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
June Days,
Terry Callier,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sällskapet,
The Music Machine,
Wings,
Unwound,
Agitation Free,
Blossom Toes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Von Mondo,
Deakin,
Crash Course in Science,
Suicide,
Lou Christie,
Aural Exciters,
Lower 48,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Average White Band,
Soft Machine,
Man Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
Junior Murvin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moody Blues,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young,
Pagans,
Moebius,
Young Marble Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül,
Fear,
Anakelly,
Spoonie Gee,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.