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 Zimbabwe and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Radiohead to the crunk 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Residents,
Cymande,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barrington Levy,
Black Flag,
Das Ding,
The Pop Group,
Al Stewart,
Livin' Joy,
Arcadia,
Zapp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Bananas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Massinfluence,
The Dead C,
Prince Buster,
Kayak,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moebius,
Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red,
The Monks,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Finger,
Dark Day,
Groovy Waters,
The United States of America,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Trojans,
Kurtis Blow,
The Offenders,
Pantaleimon,
Jacques Brel,
The Smiths,
John Lydon,
Boredoms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neu!,
Sun City Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jandek,
Average White Band,
Grey Daturas,
Steve Hackett,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dawn Penn,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxette,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.