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 Benin and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Harmonia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crooked Eye,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rapeman,
Bobby Sherman,
Minor Threat,
Man Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spandau Ballet,
Skarface,
Lalann,
Royal Trux,
Liliput,
Malaria!,
Mr. Review,
Jacques Brel,
AZ,
Joyce Sims,
the Normal,
Eddi Front,
The Remains,
Bobby Hutcherson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Clear Light,
Robert Wyatt,
T. Rex,
Juan Atkins,
X-Ray Spex,
K-Klass,
John Foxx,
Wings,
Scrapy,
Moss Icon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kas Product,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cheater Slicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moody Blues,
Byron Stingily,
Reagan Youth,
the Association,
Tres Demented,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.