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 Lebanon and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Black Bananas to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
X-Ray Spex,
Fat Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Accadde A,
Steve Hackett,
Stetsasonic,
Suburban Knight,
EPMD,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Toni Rubio,
Trumans Water,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Almond,
Hot Snakes,
The Pop Group,
Animal Collective,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Parry Music,
The Black Dice,
Kayak,
Au Pairs,
Derrick May,
Wasted Youth,
Suicide,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Five Americans,
Make Up,
Masters at Work,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monks,
Godley & Creme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Niagra,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter & Gordon,
Faraquet,
Mad Mike,
Urselle,
Wolf Eyes,
Eurythmics,
Faust,
B.T. Express,
Yaz,
The Beau Brummels,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dual Sessions,
Panda Bear,
Hardrive,
Soulsonic Force,
Al Stewart,
Q and Not U,
The Skatalites,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.