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 Zimbabwe and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hot Snakes to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Buzzcocks,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül,
U.S. Maple,
Pet Shop Boys,
Guru Guru,
Con Funk Shun,
The Martian,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faust,
R.M.O.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Birthday Party,
The Fall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Darondo,
Arab on Radar,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quantec,
the Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
Pole,
Kayak,
Procol Harum,
Grey Daturas,
The Moleskins,
Judy Mowatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gladiators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Lungfish,
Loose Ends,
David McCallum,
Anthony Braxton,
Deadbeat,
The Detroit Cobras,
L. Decosne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The United States of America,
These Immortal Souls,
Byron Stingily,
The Walker Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Motions,
Unrelated Segments,
Sex Pistols,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boredoms,
Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.