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 Eritrea and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 J.B.'s to the electroclash 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flipper,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monochrome Set,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reuben Wilson,
Maurizio,
Rekid,
Royal Trux,
The Buckinghams,
Fad Gadget,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers,
Black Moon,
Fear,
Nick Fraelich,
Au Pairs,
X-102,
Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Sister Nancy,
Alice Coltrane,
The Names,
cv313,
Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Index,
The Dead C,
Andrew Hill,
Negative Approach,
The Last Poets,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minor Threat,
Warsaw,
Fatback Band,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Smooth,
New Order,
D'Angelo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Josef K,
Animal Collective,
June Days,
The Velvet Underground,
Sparks,
Glenn Branca,
The Sonics,
The Skatalites,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The United States of America,
Junior Murvin,
The Knickerbockers,
Amazonics,
Dave Gahan,
The Five Americans,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.