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 India and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Interpol,
Leonard Cohen,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Fania All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
Iggy Pop,
ABC,
Gang of Four,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry's Kids,
Fela Kuti,
Yellowson,
Pussy Galore,
The Slackers,
U.S. Maple,
X-Ray Spex,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
These Immortal Souls,
DNA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Max Romeo,
Judy Mowatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mission of Burma,
Curtis Mayfield,
Guru Guru,
Colin Newman,
Public Enemy,
Scan 7,
Ken Boothe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nik Kershaw,
The Remains,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Surgeon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Danielle Patucci,
Grauzone,
Moby Grape,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
The Litter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q and Not U,
The Associates,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dorothy Ashby,
Altered Images,
The Skatalites,
Swans,
Althea and Donna,
The Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.