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 Ethiopia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Au Pairs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Arab on Radar,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Christie,
Nils Olav,
The Standells,
Smog,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
Mandrill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sandy B,
Theoretical Girls,
Scan 7,
Intrusion,
Connie Case,
X-Ray Spex,
Delta 5,
Pere Ubu,
Hot Snakes,
Arcadia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minutemen,
Buzzcocks,
The Doors,
Schoolly D,
T.S.O.L.,
Alphaville,
John Lydon,
Man Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Age Steppers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cameo,
Slave,
Yaz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Malaria!,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Move,
Johnny Clarke,
Oneida,
Eurythmics,
The Pop Group,
Magma,
Visage,
Heaven 17,
The Dead C,
Icehouse,
Nas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
B.T. Express,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Görl,
Lower 48,
Neu!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unrelated Segments,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.