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 Peru 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Moss Icon to the electroclash 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joensuu 1685,
Infiniti,
Zapp,
The Grass Roots,
The Sonics,
Dead Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
B.T. Express,
June Days,
Crooked Eye,
Essential Logic,
Altered Images,
Brothers Johnson,
LL Cool J,
The Techniques,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magma,
Ronan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donny Hathaway,
Pierre Henry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blues Magoos,
Funkadelic,
Massinfluence,
Susan Cadogan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harmonia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Junior Murvin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young,
Ituana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
The Beau Brummels,
Davy DMX,
Quando Quango,
Hot Snakes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alton Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Pretty Things,
Oblivians,
Bauhaus,
Ludus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.