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 Grenada and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Tremeloes to the jazz 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Little Man,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smiths,
The Dead C,
Arthur Verocai,
Byron Stingily,
Chris & Cosey,
Icehouse,
The Trojans,
Moby Grape,
Parry Music,
The Last Poets,
Arcadia,
The Shadows of Knight,
Schoolly D,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ice-T,
Fad Gadget,
Blake Baxter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang of Four,
John Cale,
World's Most,
Mad Mike,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moleskins,
The Moody Blues,
Kayak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mr. Review,
Thompson Twins,
Susan Cadogan,
The Barracudas,
Harry Pussy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gladiators,
Gang Green,
Circle Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul II Soul,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiohead,
Reagan Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Television,
Juan Atkins,
Crash Course in Science,
Ten City,
Shoche,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
a-ha,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roger Hodgson,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.