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 Cameroon and from Accra.
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 Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the funk 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster 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 disco 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
X-102,
The Walker Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Bad Manners,
10cc,
Wally Richardson,
The Knickerbockers,
Model 500,
Deepchord,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quantec,
U.S. Maple,
Lyres,
Marvin Gaye,
Dennis Brown,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Green,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Section 25,
Scientists,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Little Man,
Don Cherry,
the Normal,
Whodini,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Victims,
The Fugs,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Searchers,
Gabor Szabo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slick Rick,
John Holt,
The Fall,
Eden Ahbez,
Infiniti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Silicon Teens,
Visage,
The Trojans,
Dave Gahan,
L. Decosne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ituana,
Mars,
Khruangbin,
Cymande,
Pierre Henry,
Kerri Chandler,
Motorama,
Shuggie Otis,
Sparks,
Black Flag,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swell Maps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barbara Tucker,
Maleditus Sound,
Radiohead,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.