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 Moldova and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Public Image Ltd. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Porter Ricks,
The Martian,
The Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
The Count Five,
The Young Rascals,
Altered Images,
Lightning Bolt,
Quadrant,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kenny Larkin,
The Evens,
Johnny Osbourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cal Tjader,
Lungfish,
Wasted Youth,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers,
The Slackers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fat Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Black Bananas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül,
Eli Mardock,
The Move,
Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
LL Cool J,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marvin Gaye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
One Last Wish,
Skarface,
The Trojans,
Yaz,
Kayak,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angry Samoans,
Byron Stingily,
New Order,
Yusef Lateef,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Cell,
Wire,
John Foxx,
Amazonics,
Jerry's Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pierre Henry,
Piero Umiliani,
Vainqueur,
June Days,
Blossom Toes,
Letta Mbulu,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.