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 Turkey and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Organ to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aswad,
Blake Baxter,
Country Teasers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Dolphy,
Quantec,
The Smoke,
Loose Ends,
The Misunderstood,
Can,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Womack,
The Red Krayola,
The Sound,
Whodini,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Byron Stingily,
FM Einheit,
The Mojo Men,
Pierre Henry,
Moby Grape,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
Los Fastidios,
The Selecter,
Au Pairs,
The Buckinghams,
Intrusion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Residents,
Oblivians,
Barry Ungar,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sarah Menescal,
Rakim,
The New Christs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Zeros,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Görl,
John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
Sugar Minott,
Blossom Toes,
Model 500,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television Personalities,
T. Rex,
Letta Mbulu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Main Source,
Khruangbin,
MDC,
Freddie Wadling,
Josef K,
Marmalade,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.