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 the UAE 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Fat Boys to the electroclash 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sister Nancy,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Wells,
Section 25,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mojo Men,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quantec,
John Lydon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
Arcadia,
New Order,
Mission of Burma,
Grey Daturas,
Masters at Work,
Rapeman,
Shoche,
The Gories,
Country Teasers,
Eddi Front,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moby Grape,
Bizarre Inc.,
Excepter,
Clear Light,
John Holt,
Man Parrish,
The Black Dice,
The Doors,
Thee Headcoats,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lindisfarne,
Crime,
The Monochrome Set,
Flipper,
Altered Images,
David Axelrod,
Derrick May,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Foxx,
Ronan,
Metal Thangz,
AZ,
The Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flash Fearless,
The Slackers,
Terry Callier,
Reuben Wilson,
China Crisis,
LL Cool J,
Alphaville,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul II Soul,
Joensuu 1685,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.