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 Barbados and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alphaville to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Infiniti,
Excepter,
Ohio Players,
Sun City Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Modern Lovers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rotary Connection,
Camouflage,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ituana,
Peter & Gordon,
Alice Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Rekid,
Tres Demented,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gun Club,
Dual Sessions,
Godley & Creme,
B.T. Express,
The Walker Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Oblivians,
Gang of Four,
Qualms,
The Moody Blues,
Scrapy,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Byrd,
Zapp,
Fela Kuti,
Symarip,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blues Magoos,
The Grass Roots,
The Happenings,
Deepchord,
Delta 5,
Terry Callier,
Eurythmics,
The Residents,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Move,
Mission of Burma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rufus Thomas,
Don Cherry,
Chrome,
The Young Rascals,
Audionom,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.