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 Mexico and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 One Last Wish to the dance 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA 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?
Lou Christie,
MDC,
Qualms,
This Heat,
Lyres,
New York Dolls,
Groovy Waters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Urselle,
the Normal,
The Monochrome Set,
The Motions,
Television,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Con Funk Shun,
Hot Snakes,
Minor Threat,
Cheater Slicks,
Clear Light,
Derrick May,
Half Japanese,
The Moleskins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funkadelic,
Lakeside,
Skarface,
Sam Rivers,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fall,
Quadrant,
The Neon Judgement,
Masters at Work,
Von Mondo,
Supertramp,
The Evens,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
Silicon Teens,
Grey Daturas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Vogues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T. Rex,
the Bar-Kays,
FM Einheit,
Cluster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Au Pairs,
Ten City,
PIL,
The Pop Group,
Soulsonic Force,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.