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 Bhutan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Electric Prunes to the funk 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
ABBA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Selecter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angry Samoans,
Livin' Joy,
The Dead C,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter and Kerry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Trumans Water,
In Retrospect,
The Fuzztones,
Godley & Creme,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultravox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barry Ungar,
The Real Kids,
Crime,
Tres Demented,
Pussy Galore,
Procol Harum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sex Pistols,
Scratch Acid,
Janne Schatter,
Dorothy Ashby,
KRS-One,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mojo Men,
Skaos,
Anthony Braxton,
Supertramp,
Aswad,
Unrelated Segments,
Charles Mingus,
Joey Negro,
The Leaves,
Flash Fearless,
Ultra Naté,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neu!,
John Foxx,
Iggy Pop,
Fluxion,
Ludus,
Monolake,
Black Bananas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Kas Product,
Nico,
The Human League,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ohio Players,
David Axelrod,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.