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 Turkey and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Althea and Donna to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stetsasonic,
The Cramps,
Mary Jane Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wally Richardson,
The Gun Club,
Depeche Mode,
Alphaville,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
KRS-One,
Roxette,
Porter Ricks,
U.S. Maple,
Cameo,
Donald Byrd,
The New Christs,
Zero Boys,
EPMD,
Ronan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Qualms,
Erasure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultravox,
June of 44,
Derrick May,
David Axelrod,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Surgeon,
The Human League,
Drexciya,
Warsaw,
The Blues Magoos,
The Litter,
James White and The Blacks,
The Barracudas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gories,
Johnny Clarke,
Ohio Players,
Q65,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eve St. Jones,
Janne Schatter,
Zapp,
The Durutti Column,
The Zeros,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slackers,
Sex Pistols,
Simply Red,
Hasil Adkins,
Grey Daturas,
Joyce Sims,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.