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 Bulgaria and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 David Axelrod to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Cluster,
The Neon Judgement,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiohead,
Little Man,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boz Scaggs,
New Order,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moody Blues,
Interpol,
Model 500,
Godley & Creme,
The Tremeloes,
Letta Mbulu,
Von Mondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faust,
Derrick May,
Bauhaus,
The Move,
Don Cherry,
Eric Dolphy,
kango's stein massive,
The Last Poets,
Skriet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eli Mardock,
Angry Samoans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Remains,
Stiv Bators,
Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Section 25,
Livin' Joy,
Pussy Galore,
The Moleskins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Cameo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rosa Yemen,
Lucky Dragons,
The Buckinghams,
ABC,
Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Subhumans,
Minnie Riperton,
Japan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers,
Bush Tetras,
T. Rex,
Lindisfarne,
Flipper,
Ten City,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.