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 Nigeria and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 AZ to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Young Marble Giants,
The United States of America,
The Modern Lovers,
Yaz,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Judy Mowatt,
KRS-One,
Hashim,
the Association,
Magazine,
E-Dancer,
Trumans Water,
Jandek,
Gang of Four,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delta 5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Tremeloes,
The Moleskins,
Carl Craig,
La Düsseldorf,
Ten City,
Sex Pistols,
the Germs,
Shuggie Otis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Sällskapet,
Erykah Badu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visage,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dead C,
Mantronix,
Essential Logic,
Wings,
10cc,
Minny Pops,
The New Christs,
Hoover,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Certain Ratio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Second Layer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Mills,
The Velvet Underground,
Tim Buckley,
Infiniti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radio Birdman,
Duran Duran,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.