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 Croatia and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jacob Miller to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roger Hodgson,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare,
Schoolly D,
Yazoo,
Sex Pistols,
Ohio Players,
Joe Finger,
R.M.O.,
The Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Real Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lindisfarne,
Smog,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slackers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Foxx,
Warsaw,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barry Ungar,
Rakim,
The Stooges,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Copeland,
Gichy Dan,
kango's stein massive,
Y Pants,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Womack,
10cc,
Severed Heads,
Make Up,
Scan 7,
Delon & Dalcan,
Goldenarms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pole,
Desert Stars,
Neu!,
Grauzone,
Sandy B,
Cybotron,
Pulsallama,
The Evens,
Wally Richardson,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bronski Beat,
The Mummies,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Terry,
Sarah Menescal,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.