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 Yemen and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gong,
Marcia Griffiths,
Darondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Moon,
Stetsasonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blancmange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masters at Work,
Marc Almond,
Delta 5,
Popol Vuh,
Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
Black Sheep,
Quadrant,
Average White Band,
X-101,
Stiv Bators,
Althea and Donna,
Pantytec,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dennis Brown,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unwound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tubeway Army,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mandrill,
CMW,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Lynne,
Mars,
Guru Guru,
Inner City,
Gang Green,
The Real Kids,
Drexciya,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David McCallum,
Monolake,
Severed Heads,
DNA,
Mark Hollis,
Roger Hodgson,
EPMD,
The Durutti Column,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.