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 Uruguay and from Lagos.
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 Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Moss Icon to the rock 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Rekid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harmonia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Procol Harum,
Audionom,
Bill Wells,
Skaos,
The Mummies,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monks,
The Vogues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Associates,
Minny Pops,
The Real Kids,
The Saints,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Sonics,
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Lou Reed,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grey Daturas,
Boz Scaggs,
The Residents,
Bronski Beat,
Hot Snakes,
John Foxx,
Joy Division,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lyres,
Deakin,
The Tremeloes,
Rapeman,
the Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerri Chandler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stiv Bators,
Fat Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Pylon,
Spandau Ballet,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smoke,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donny Hathaway,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agent Orange,
E-Dancer,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.