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 Lebanon and from Cairo.
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 New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Derrick May to the punk 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masters at Work,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
Jacob Miller,
Steve Hackett,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ice-T,
Sugar Minott,
The J.B.'s,
Mandrill,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
B.T. Express,
Eli Mardock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bad Manners,
Mission of Burma,
Grey Daturas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Iggy Pop,
Boredoms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reagan Youth,
Howard Jones,
Marcia Griffiths,
OOIOO,
Deepchord,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Eden Ahbez,
Fat Boys,
The Fortunes,
Black Pus,
Johnny Clarke,
Oneida,
Kenny Larkin,
Main Source,
Inner City,
Massinfluence,
Buzzcocks,
Television Personalities,
Bluetip,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visage,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Offenders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flipper,
The Star Department,
a-ha,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.