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 Cyprus and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 AZ to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sugar Minott,
Michelle Simonal,
Babytalk,
Kayak,
Alison Limerick,
Harmonia,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doors,
H. Thieme,
Thee Headcoats,
Dark Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Wyatt,
Brand Nubian,
Livin' Joy,
Icehouse,
The Kinks,
The Grass Roots,
Ice-T,
The Count Five,
Joy Division,
Peter and Kerry,
Ponytail,
Country Teasers,
Donny Hathaway,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Style,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skriet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
Skaos,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hot Snakes,
Theoretical Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Techniques,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cameo,
The American Breed,
Section 25,
Anakelly,
Niagra,
The Moody Blues,
Eurythmics,
Marcia Griffiths,
MDC,
Sight & Sound,
Franke,
The J.B.'s,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantytec,
Sarah Menescal,
Sam Rivers,
Subhumans,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slits,
Bluetip,
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.