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 Argentina and from London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 B.T. Express to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Metal Thangz,
Flash Fearless,
R.M.O.,
Bill Wells,
Unrelated Segments,
Essential Logic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James White and The Blacks,
Rosa Yemen,
Ohio Players,
Rekid,
Crime,
Marine Girls,
Wings,
Crash Course in Science,
Delon & Dalcan,
China Crisis,
Kenny Larkin,
The Martian,
Rakim,
Dorothy Ashby,
This Heat,
The Fortunes,
The Litter,
Das Ding,
Yellowson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Outsiders,
Au Pairs,
Sound Behaviour,
Michelle Simonal,
The Associates,
X-102,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mandrill,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Almond,
Tom Boy,
Hashim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spandau Ballet,
Pulsallama,
The Sonics,
Sällskapet,
David Bowie,
Rites of Spring,
Piero Umiliani,
Blancmange,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.