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 Philippines and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Harmonia to the jazz 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
10cc,
Sex Pistols,
Pantytec,
Pussy Galore,
The Kinks,
Ten City,
Monolake,
Gang Starr,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Barracudas,
Nils Olav,
Scion,
Panda Bear,
The Index,
Intrusion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
La Düsseldorf,
Supertramp,
ABC,
Average White Band,
Johnny Clarke,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Bar-Kays,
Easy Going,
The Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pop Group,
Eden Ahbez,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
F. McDonald,
Kenny Larkin,
Alice Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Toni Rubio,
Y Pants,
The Music Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roger Hodgson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
UT,
The Selecter,
Audionom,
John Holt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aaron Thompson,
Zero Boys,
The Black Dice,
Soft Cell,
The Wake,
Harmonia,
Kerri Chandler,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.