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 South Sudan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 CMW to the rock 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June Days,
Lucky Dragons,
FM Einheit,
Rotary Connection,
Stiv Bators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Franke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lyres,
Faraquet,
The Evens,
Minny Pops,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alphaville,
The Mojo Men,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sexual Harrassment,
The American Breed,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monks,
10cc,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Velvet Underground,
B.T. Express,
Skaos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minnie Riperton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Patti Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Archie Shepp,
Bad Manners,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Wake,
China Crisis,
David Axelrod,
The Walker Brothers,
The Five Americans,
PIL,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Starr,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Delta 5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Morten Harket,
Hoover,
Albert Ayler,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.