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 Greece and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Darondo to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
The Music Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stetsasonic,
Kayak,
The Move,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Fraelich,
The Young Rascals,
Lalo Schifrin,
Panda Bear,
Depeche Mode,
Skriet,
Aswad,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Germs,
Fad Gadget,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Residents,
Monks,
Quantec,
48th St. Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
The Selecter,
Severed Heads,
Loose Ends,
Fear,
The Seeds,
DNA,
The Barracudas,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare,
Delta 5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gladiators,
Animal Collective,
Davy DMX,
Gang of Four,
The Zeros,
Surgeon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deakin,
Scientists,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dorothy Ashby,
Technova,
Prince Buster,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smiths,
Accadde A,
Michelle Simonal,
Byron Stingily,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wasted Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxy Music,
The Birthday Party,
Ituana,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.