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 Singapore and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
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 organ 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 The Remains to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-Ray Spex,
Nico,
The Sonics,
Sällskapet,
ABC,
Clear Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oblivians,
Television Personalities,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heaven 17,
The Zeros,
Hashim,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young,
Matthew Halsall,
Y Pants,
JFA,
Franke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Standells,
Technova,
Connie Case,
Shoche,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Pus,
Bobby Byrd,
The Associates,
Eli Mardock,
Lalann,
The J.B.'s,
Q and Not U,
Mars,
Altered Images,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slackers,
Fat Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
D'Angelo,
Brand Nubian,
Rotary Connection,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cybotron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mummies,
Camberwell Now,
Terry Callier,
The Music Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.