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 Slovenia and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 The Shadows of Knight to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joyce Sims,
Fluxion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Görl,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Whodini,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young,
Cameo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
One Last Wish,
Main Source,
the Human League,
Tres Demented,
Suburban Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dawn Penn,
Fat Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Alison Limerick,
The Black Dice,
Skriet,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pop Group,
Von Mondo,
Public Enemy,
Loose Ends,
Bauhaus,
Crime,
Theoretical Girls,
Television,
Suicide,
Black Pus,
The Sound,
Man Parrish,
Surgeon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camouflage,
Max Romeo,
Radio Birdman,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Tremeloes,
R.M.O.,
Minutemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Moon,
Roxy Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Dolphy,
Scratch Acid,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.