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 Cambodia and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Metal Thangz to the punk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Outsiders,
John Holt,
The Golliwogs,
Negative Approach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boz Scaggs,
Zapp,
Unrelated Segments,
Underground Resistance,
Shoche,
Arthur Verocai,
Skarface,
Matthew Halsall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Urselle,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
B.T. Express,
Rekid,
Aloha Tigers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
AZ,
The Dead C,
The Count Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Visage,
Aural Exciters,
Ken Boothe,
The Moleskins,
Agent Orange,
Eden Ahbez,
Kaleidoscope,
Symarip,
Tommy Roe,
Icehouse,
Archie Shepp,
Shuggie Otis,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxette,
Minor Threat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q and Not U,
Jacob Miller,
Jimmy McGriff,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suicide,
Althea and Donna,
Tres Demented,
Gang of Four,
Reagan Youth,
Davy DMX,
Ice-T,
Mars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Lydon,
Half Japanese,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.