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 El Salvador and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 48th St. Collective to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Nils Olav,
Slick Rick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stiv Bators,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Joy Division,
Alton Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Zero Boys,
Simply Red,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Hill,
Hardrive,
The Cramps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Music Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
The Knickerbockers,
Jawbox,
Tres Demented,
The J.B.'s,
The Five Americans,
Rekid,
Flamin' Groovies,
Niagra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arthur Verocai,
Television,
June Days,
Colin Newman,
Marmalade,
Todd Terry,
The Real Kids,
Neu!,
Ten City,
Dennis Brown,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Al Stewart,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Prunes,
Visage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moebius,
John Cale,
F. McDonald,
Massinfluence,
a-ha,
Brothers Johnson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cure,
Babytalk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Stooges,
Gang Starr,
The Mojo Men,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.