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 Malawi and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yellowson 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 Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bauhaus,
Spandau Ballet,
Drexciya,
Pharoah Sanders,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dead C,
Outsiders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Red Krayola,
Newcleus,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Can,
The Index,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smoke,
Patti Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
B.T. Express,
Lakeside,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Judy Mowatt,
Glenn Branca,
The Searchers,
One Last Wish,
Average White Band,
Janne Schatter,
Visage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Kinks,
Stereo Dub,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gories,
Japan,
Joey Negro,
Talk Talk,
Half Japanese,
Reuben Wilson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Franke,
Inner City,
Man Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Whodini,
Scratch Acid,
June of 44,
Kaleidoscope,
Soulsonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Deakin,
The Slackers,
Steve Hackett,
The Alarm Clocks,
Accadde A,
Tom Boy,
Livin' Joy,
Negative Approach,
Easy Going,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.