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 Chad and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Mighty Diamonds to the dance 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
June Days,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Starr,
Nirvana,
Excepter,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delta 5,
Goldenarms,
Eurythmics,
Stiv Bators,
Fluxion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monks,
Darondo,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Parry Music,
Negative Approach,
Skriet,
Man Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shoche,
Ronan,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Womack,
Angry Samoans,
Ponytail,
Pierre Henry,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
The Wake,
Nico,
Warren Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Piero Umiliani,
Television Personalities,
Steve Hackett,
Deadbeat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moleskins,
Fela Kuti,
Lalann,
Rotary Connection,
The Evens,
Slick Rick,
Harpers Bizarre,
JFA,
The Star Department,
Aloha Tigers,
Lungfish,
Aswad,
E-Dancer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Toasters,
UT,
Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.