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 Korea South and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joyce Sims to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fuzztones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The American Breed,
Gong,
The Trojans,
Althea and Donna,
Malaria!,
10cc,
Marvin Gaye,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Terry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Normal,
Steve Hackett,
The Standells,
Black Moon,
Organ,
The Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
Amazonics,
Buzzcocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Hill,
ABBA,
the Human League,
Make Up,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Ken Boothe,
June Days,
Joyce Sims,
T. Rex,
Outsiders,
The New Christs,
Byron Stingily,
Terry Callier,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scan 7,
Brass Construction,
DNA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Inner City,
Nik Kershaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bronski Beat,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül II,
Vladislav Delay,
Cheater Slicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
CMW,
Young Marble Giants,
Symarip,
Jacques Brel,
Wasted Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magazine,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.