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 France and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cameo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
D'Angelo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minny Pops,
Spoonie Gee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Supertramp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Pretty Things,
Wally Richardson,
Qualms,
Morten Harket,
Sound Behaviour,
Bush Tetras,
Dual Sessions,
Section 25,
Faust,
Alice Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mantronix,
Cal Tjader,
Barrington Levy,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young,
T.S.O.L.,
Eden Ahbez,
Inner City,
Terry Callier,
Janne Schatter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chrome,
The Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delta 5,
The Cramps,
Pussy Galore,
Country Teasers,
Juan Atkins,
Lyres,
Groovy Waters,
Yellowson,
Liliput,
Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
Marvin Gaye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Trumans Water,
Scientists,
CMW,
Brand Nubian,
Al Stewart,
the Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
Second Layer,
Zapp,
Howard Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
Yusef Lateef,
Smog,
Dead Boys,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.