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 Palau and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Buckinghams to the rock 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Flash Fearless,
Little Man,
Zero Boys,
Cymande,
Tears for Fears,
Anthony Braxton,
Adolescents,
Donny Hathaway,
The Walker Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gladiators,
Freddie Wadling,
Underground Resistance,
Kayak,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Evens,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Near,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
Erasure,
Outsiders,
Don Cherry,
Quando Quango,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lungfish,
Cecil Taylor,
Technova,
Lee Hazlewood,
Prince Buster,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Aaron Thompson,
Dave Gahan,
The Moody Blues,
The Five Americans,
The Martian,
Circle Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
Ultra Naté,
Flipper,
Country Teasers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arcadia,
cv313,
Letta Mbulu,
The Velvet Underground,
The Searchers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doors,
Radio Birdman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kurtis Blow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.