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 Bahamas and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
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 arpeggiator 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 Lindisfarne to the funk 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Blancmange,
Newcleus,
The Music Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mission of Burma,
Peter and Kerry,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Starr,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ponytail,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Seeds,
Wings,
Moss Icon,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blues Magoos,
The Angels of Light,
Radiohead,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Christie,
Jacques Brel,
ABC,
Absolute Body Control,
Flipper,
Amon Düül,
Altered Images,
Quadrant,
MC5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxette,
Blake Baxter,
Bluetip,
Mr. Review,
Rapeman,
The Residents,
Urselle,
Bootsy Collins,
Mad Mike,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hasil Adkins,
Dark Day,
Ludus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cymande,
Pussy Galore,
Camouflage,
Royal Trux,
T.S.O.L.,
Make Up,
Iggy Pop,
Y Pants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Malaria!,
Popol Vuh,
Tubeway Army,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.