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 Brazil and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Crispian St. Peters to the disco 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bluetip,
Rufus Thomas,
Sex Pistols,
Roxy Music,
Absolute Body Control,
The Wake,
Grey Daturas,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Green,
Quando Quango,
Excepter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vainqueur,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Skatalites,
F. McDonald,
Nirvana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liliput,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
Scrapy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
The Cowsills,
Gang Starr,
Charles Mingus,
The Fugs,
Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Saccharine Trust,
Ludus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minutemen,
Fluxion,
Chrome,
UT,
Matthew Bourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marine Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
John Holt,
Minnie Riperton,
Mark Hollis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Junior Murvin,
Dual Sessions,
Donald Byrd,
The Raincoats,
Panda Bear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agitation Free,
The Black Dice,
CMW,
Wings,
Gong,
Mantronix,
The Slackers,
Michelle Simonal,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.