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 Hungary and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vogues to the crunk 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ponytail,
Dennis Brown,
Visage,
Flash Fearless,
Shoche,
The Raincoats,
Mr. Review,
Scan 7,
Donny Hathaway,
Blossom Toes,
Model 500,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Move,
Unwound,
The Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy Collins,
Accadde A,
X-102,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
R.M.O.,
Sonic Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fortunes,
Jacques Brel,
Chrome,
Terry Callier,
Faraquet,
Blake Baxter,
Gichy Dan,
Thompson Twins,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Niagra,
Camberwell Now,
Soul II Soul,
The Fall,
Lakeside,
Glenn Branca,
Lalo Schifrin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Ohio Players,
L. Decosne,
Nas,
Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bauhaus,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.