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 Moldova and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Amazonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grauzone,
The New Christs,
the Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Wings,
The Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
Soft Machine,
Sällskapet,
Fela Kuti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Raincoats,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiohead,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Evens,
Eve St. Jones,
The Buckinghams,
Pantaleimon,
The Remains,
The Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
AZ,
The Gap Band,
Porter Ricks,
Warsaw,
John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alton Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funkadelic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erasure,
Ken Boothe,
Schoolly D,
China Crisis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dead Boys,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Sherman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Görl,
Wasted Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reagan Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Ponytail,
La Düsseldorf,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cramps,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Seeds,
Hashim,
Alison Limerick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Clear Light,
Trumans Water,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.