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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Neil Young to the grime 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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
La Düsseldorf,
Young Marble Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxette,
Pole,
The Angels of Light,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slits,
the Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Howard Jones,
Kayak,
Josef K,
The Fugs,
Godley & Creme,
Mr. Review,
Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
Ronan,
Newcleus,
Mandrill,
The Zeros,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dawn Penn,
Khruangbin,
Niagra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Steve Hackett,
T. Rex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mad Mike,
Second Layer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Alton Ellis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Misunderstood,
The Residents,
Fat Boys,
Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wire,
Thompson Twins,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Byrd,
Inner City,
Radiohead,
Average White Band,
The Buckinghams,
Darondo,
Shoche,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.