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 Guatemala and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aural Exciters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Maurizio,
New Age Steppers,
Mark Hollis,
The Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang On A Can,
The Monochrome Set,
The Beau Brummels,
Parry Music,
The Blues Magoos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gun Club,
Unwound,
Cameo,
Suicide,
Sandy B,
The Pretty Things,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed,
Severed Heads,
Peter & Gordon,
Whodini,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Jandek,
New Order,
Ponytail,
Jerry's Kids,
The Associates,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nils Olav,
Rekid,
Man Parrish,
Infiniti,
Warsaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Bush Tetras,
Ultravox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Model 500,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Gregory Isaacs,
Popol Vuh,
The Doobie Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.